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[ Because Jesse's life is awesome, the communicator comes on accidentally. And thankfully, he's not doing anything dumb! Just sleeping, which isn't so embarrassing on its own, but in the two minutes that the communicator is on, he sort of snore-snorts, and fidgets in his sleep, turning so that the comm isn't on his drooling face. Instead, there's a nice view of the wall, and faint mumbling. Mostly nonsensical words and sentences, with the occasional curse word or two.

And then something off-screen, a loud thump or something, jolts him awake. For a second the camera waves wildly, and then stills. ] Jesus Christ. [ A mutter comes from somewhere above the communicator, and then Jesse's face comes back into view. ] Oh, awesome, fuckin' great. Uh, hey. [ He grumbles. ] So I dunno how long this was on for but now y'all know what I look like sleeping, good for you. Make sure if y'sell the video you give me a third of the profit.

... Guess while I got this up, I'd better say hey, m'not crazybrained anymore. Hooray for me. Also, who do I gotta blow for some cigarettes 'round here? Are we completely out? And - no, actually, that's it. So yeah.

[ With a sigh, he turns the feed off, but he mumbles as he does: ] Least I weren't jerking off or something, stupid fuckin' -- [ Click. ]

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[ Jesse rolls over off his face and throws a pillow at Galen. It lands... nowhere near him. ]

Ugh, adorable makes me lose street cred, songbird. [ rollroll ] Why ain't you in bed and snuggling my adorable ass?

[gleans]

We're in like, fake Maine, there is no street cred. [ Still, he comes inside, picks up that pillow. ] Not all of us are part cat. I, um -- I spent way too much time in here this week, anyway. [ He plops down to sit on the bed, offers his mug. ]

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Says you, you ain't got street cred t'begin with. [ He buries his face back in his pillow. ] Yeah, well, I ain't slept in a week, I think part-cat is well deserved. [ He yawns, and then peeks up at the offered mug. ] What's that?

[ A beat. ] You still feeling good?

[gleans]

[ Brace yourself for this great Staten Island accent: ] C'maaaan, it's cwofee. [ A little grin. ] Yeah, compared to two days ago I feel amazing. You?

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[ a-pfffft, Jesse snorts at that, and then makes a face. ] Eurgh, coffee, not unless s'got like, all the sugar in the house. [ But he will curl closer to wrap around Galen as much as he can, still warm from sleep. ] Better. My head's on straight, anyway.

I ain't been sleeping all day, though. Just some of it.

[gleans]

Your loss. [ Another sip, and he leans back a little, into that warmth. ]

Mm. So... not seeing anything, or... dreaming anything... [ Or being compelled to sleep by an evil nightmare dog... ]

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Nope. [ Well. He's dreaming, but it's mostly harmless. He squeezes Galen a little closer. ] You neither, right? You ain't heard... her anywhere?

[gleans]

Nah. [ His hand comes back to rest on Jesse's leg. ] Anyway. God, there's nothing to talk about in this town that isn't fucking morbid.

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Mm. Hey, here. [ He squirms, and slides half off the bed. Slithers, really, and nearly brains himself on the side table. Smooth. But he's grabbing for a sketchbook. ] I uh. I drew some shit. Today. [ Sniff. No big deal. ]

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[ That sure gets his attention. Galen turns to Jesse and puts the coffee down on the nearest flat surface, making grabby hands. ] Dude, I didn't know you found a sketchbook. Lemme see.

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[ He giggles at the grabby hands, hoisting himself back up on the bed and handing Galen the sketchbook. There's a few drawings of the nightmare dog, lurking around corners - but then there's sketches of people here. They're messy and very much in Jesse's graffiti style, sharp angles and shivery, scratchy lines, but there's Kenzi, the Hulk, Jonathan - and of course, Galen.

Jesse flops back on the bed and wrinkles his nose. Galen is the only one who gets to see this stuff, so he better feel special. >:| ]

[gleans]

[ Galen scooches more onto the bed, legs folding beneath him, and sets the sketchbook on his knees so that one hand is free to rest on Jesse's chest. His eyes linger on the dog - it even looks nightmarish, with its too-thin nose and whiplike tail - , and he tries to commit its shape to memory, just in case. At the other drawings, though, he smiles; he's always appreciated Jesse's style, even though he hasn't had the privilege of being allowed to see his art for very long. It's so expressive, and says a lot that Jesse doesn't. ]

I love them. Did you do these today?

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[ Jesse hums in approval at the hand on his chest, closing his eyes. He'll let Galen go through the drawings in peace - he knows Galen can read them pretty well, can see how Jesse feels through his drawings, and that's something Jesse appreciates. It's like listening to Galen sing, especially when he does stuff like the Sound of Silence. It's a lot.

He peers up at Galen, yawning a little. ] Yeah. First time I felt like it in a while. [ He's nonchalant, but Galen probably knows this is how he gets his head straight. ] Y'owe me a song.

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[ Galen swallows back a yawn, himself, and lightly circles his fingers on Jesse's chest. ] It's funny, I can like -- tell how you feel about each person by the lines. [ Like how the drawings of him aren't quite as jagged. He smiles and closes the sketchbook, then sets it on Jese's stomach. ]

Oh, do I?

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Mm. [ Jesse's not a very subtle person by nature - his drawings reflect a lot of who he is, and he's never been sure if he's comfortable with Galen being able to read them as well as he does. Galen's not wrong, and Jesse stashes the sketchbook under his pillow, making another face. ] Yeah, yeah, I'm a big ball of sap, and yes, y'do. Show me yours. [ Also, get under the blankets, what are you doing. ]

[gleans]

[ Suddenly, blankets! Galen snorts, and -- fiiine, he wiggles underneath, burrowing up close to Jesse so he can hook a leg over him and kiss his face. ]

If you're looking for anything new, you're fresh outta luck. [ As in wow, writing without his friends is kind of painful lately. ] I can take requests, though. And if you say Freebird I'll knee you in the nads.

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[ Yeah, like he's complaining. Jesse sighs happily and curls up on Galen, closing his eyes. He thinks for a minute. ] I dunno. Gimme something you like. Anything. Except for Freebird.

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Mmm. [ He shifts a little, thinking, then decides on something -- one of the more finished songs for the next album. There's a hint that it may be louder and more aggressive in its original form, but Galen knows how to a capella these things pretty well. Partway through he closes his eyes, holds onto the hem of Jesse's shirt under the blankets. ]

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[ Oops, you've made him completely content. If there's anything he's missed these past few days, it's music, and it makes him happy to hear it. Between Kenzi's drums and Galen singing to him, Jesse's like a lazy puppy, flopped out with his metaphorical leg kicking.

When Galen's done, Jesse burrows. ] I miss my iPod. [ He mumbles, holding the front of Galen's shirt. ] Thanks.

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Mmm. You're welcome. [ He tucks his nose against Jesse's neck. ] I could sing things at you instead of talking, if that'll help. [ He's teasing. ]

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Nah, see, then I'd just be living a musical, and nobody got time for that. [ He laughs, pinching Galen a little. ] Just sing t'me every so often. [ A little more quietly, muffled: ] It helps. And I like it, so.

[gleans]

[ He shifts so that he's laying facing Jesse, now, nose to nose, and kisses him slowly, smiling. ] Deal. [ Kiss! ] Hmmm. I love you.

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[ Squirm, squirm. Happy squirming! ] Love y'too. [ He takes Galen's hands in his own and holds them tightly, just... enjoying the warm underneath the blankets. It's a safe zone. And it hasn't felt like that in a long time, but - now it is, and Jesse's thankful. ]

[gleans]

[ Galen stays like that for a little bit, forehead against Jesse's. Then -- ] Hhhhow do you feel about, uh. That other Jesse guy.

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[ The question is kind of out of the blue, but Jesse grins a little at it. ] He ain't bad. Says some shit that ain't exactly, y'know - all inclusive, but I think he means fine. Why, you talk to him?