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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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Yeah, you better. I let you in on my sleeping-on-Galen time, man, that's trust right there. [ He teases. ] S'been for fuckin' ever since I played drums, so - yeah, lemme just, y'know. Crawl my way outta bed.

Man, the things I do for you. [ But he'll come trudging down the hall soon enough! ]

Soooooooooo much trust. Thanks for sharing the Squishy, dude. Seriously. [And also thanks for not bringing up the fact that she totally cried and clings in her sleep. That's where the real trust is. Hell, she's even snickering a little at that last part as she gets up to pull the door open for him. It's fine if no one mentions it. Everything's fine.]

Well don't you look well-rested.

[ He doesn't mention it because he wouldn't want her to, if roles were reversed. He gets it. And it's not like he minds - he knows Kenzi looks out for Galen as much as Jesse does. When he makes it to Kenzi's room, he laughs, rubbing at the back of his head. Totally has sleep hair. ]

Yeah, sleeping for eleven hours does that, I think. [ Shrug. ] Y'look better too. I think everybody's doin' better.

Um, no. I always look good. Don't be saying I look better just to raise your self esteem. Come here. [Hold these drum sticks while she reaches up to try and smooth out this hair. Oh my goodness.] Everybody else is doing better. I'm just consistently awesome.

[ He giggles again, because holding drum sticks while she tries to flatten his hair (yeah, not gonna happen, that shit is stuck) is just funny to him. ] Right, my mistake. S'just gonna stick up again, Miss Murder, don't even try.

[ And he pokes her in the stomach with a drum stick. ]

[Lost cause. Tempted to pull an embarrassing grandma move here, but she's distracted by the poke. HDU! He gets a light shove before she steps back and falls onto her bed, pointing at the simple five-piece set squished into the corner. Her room is by far the coolest. She only picked it because it was purple.]

Come on, drummer boy, let's see what you got. Can't be any worse than... [Haha... fuck. Ow.] Just play 'em.

[ Grinning, he settles down on the seat - Kenzi gets a look, because Jesse is practically the definition of trailing off sentences that hurt - but he doesn't ask. Instead, he wrinkles his nose and looks down at the drum kit.

He has no idea what to play, so he mostly just fucks around until he falls into Led Zeppelin. Or at least, a really lazy version of it - it's been a while since he's played. Years. ] God, I wish we had some fuckin' - boomboxes or something around here. Going crazy without music.

[Well that sure as hell gets a smile out of her.] You've got good rhythm, Finch. I think I might keep you.

Hmmmmm... I think there's a record player in the attic. It's Clint's, but... I mean, it's not like he wrote his name on it and called dibs. There's gotta be records. [Party had some. Ugh, stop. Stop it.] Maybe also in the attic. Oooooooor we could just pelt Galen with various stuff until he sings something.

[ Grin. ] We'll borrow it. Or, y'know, throw shit at Galen, I like that plan. He'll have t'sing, then, only fair. Maybe we can get a petition going. I know there's gotta be a few people here who know he is, s'just a statistical thing.

[ He peers over at Kenzi. ] You play, then?

Yessssssssss. This is why you're so awesome. You agree to my terrible plans.

[GASP! She sits up, looking mock-offended at first before settling into the flattest look she can muster.] No, I don't play at all. I just leave them there for decoration so people will think I'm cooler than I actually am.

Y'say that like I don't already throw things at Galen, regardless. [ He says, amused. And then he points the drumstick in Kenzi's direction. ] Oi, oi, don't gimme lip! Get your ass over here and play if yer so cool.

Great, so it's your fault he's so damn squishy! Making my job even harder here.

[She sticks her tongue out at him and pushes up off the bed, circling the kit to swipe that drumstick out of his hand and jostle him by the shoulder with her free hand.] I can't play, there's a creepy hobo sitting in my spot and he won't leave! Psssst. The creepy hobo is you. Because you ran away to live in a lighthouse. Like a creepy hobo. Now you're grounded forever.

[ Aw, Kenzi, that hurts! Jesse rolls out of the chair and flops down on the ground to look up at her like the lazy bum he is. He actually looks sort of guilty. ] The hobo's, uh... he -- m'real sorry about that. [ He fidgets, and looks away. ]

[Wh-- hey, no. Oh man. Craptacular move, Kenz.] ... Wasn't your fault, dude. I freaked you out pretty bad. Double sorry. [Jesse gets a quick kiss to the top of the head before she sits down. No guilt. Not allowed.

Kenzi smiles before she adjusts her grip on the sticks and starts playing something a lot faster than what he was doing. Pretty emulative of her drumming idol, Mr. Dave Grohl, but it's something she's just making up to ditch some of her excess energy. That was the sole purpose of getting the drums back home. Something constructive for her to do that didn't involve the many weapons lying around or jumping on the couch screaming things at the top of her lungs. Drums sound better than screaming. And it drowns out all Bo's kinky sex noises. Hyperactive and loud. She's like animal from the Muppets. And hey, she was good enough to play a few smallish gigs with Nate!

She goes for about two minutes before finally stopping and making a face.] Really gotta practice more.

[ Yeah, well, he feels guilty anyway, because he'd thought if it'd happened again, he'd be stronger about it. He wouldn't have run away. But he did. And he's a little melancholy about it, flopping out on the floor.

But Kenzi starts to play, and he watches her - and she's energetic. Frenetic, like she is with everything, and Jesse likes it. He listens, humming, trying to come up with a song to go with it. That's something he's not very good at, but hey, he tries, and by the time she's done, he's grinning up at her, hands linked behind his head. ]

Sounds pretty awesome t'me. Better than I can do - y'sound like you actually know, instead'a like me, tryin' to copy shit.

Hey, copying shit is how I learned in the first place! Hell, half the time I'm just going by ear. I can barely read music. I just like to hit stuff! [She pumps her left fist in the air and twirls a stick again and brings it back down on the snare. Hard. Now she feels a hell of a lot better. Just gonna set the sticks aside so she can eyeball this guilt-ridden pile of cute boy.]

Me and KK found them in a basement. You can use them anytime you want. Woah-- As long as I'm not sleeping. I will legit murder your face. Good nicknaming.

Dude, I weren't planning on it. [ He lifts his hands in defense, grinning. ] Yer forgetting your interrogation from afore, I know what yer capable of, ladyface. [ A beat, and he nudges her foot with his own. ] Plus, y'know, you just said y'like to hit stuff, so there's that.

Ay, lemme tell you something.

Damn right I said it. [So much smiling up in here. How does he even do it?] What kind of something? If you're about to confess your secret love of wearing ladies underwear, I'm sorry, but you are so not borrowing mine. That's more of a Sharon question, you perv.

Well, shit, y'took the words outta my mouth, Kenz, how'd you do that? Read my mind, you did. [ He cackles. ] Nah, no, shh. Lemme tell you 'cause I ain't saying it again, 'cause it's sappy as shit. But m'glad you're okay. And m'glad me and Galen can help somehow, yeah? Even if it's just by sleeping. So.

Go 'head, make funna me.

[Okay, she wasn't expecting that. She sits stunned for a fraction of a second before just launching herself off her seat and TACKLING HIM to the floor. If he thought that was sappy, he's got a lot to learn. And as if the tackle-hug wasn't enough, he's getting smooch to the face on top of it.]

I don't know what I would have done without you guys. Probably would have involved alcohol and bad decisions. We'll just take care of each other, okay? Nothing's gonna happen to either of you. Cross my heart.

[ WAH. Tackle hugs and face smooches, Jesse's totally thrown off guard - but he doesn't mind, and he's laughing when she does it. Of course, he sobers up quickly enough when she starts talking, and when she's finished, he gives her a little grin from where he's flopped out on the floor. ]

Yeah. We're all gonna look after one another, s'just how it works. Don't be afraid t'ask us for help. [ He tucks her hair behind her ear. ] Ay. Y'wanna give me lessons? For the drums, I mean.

[Dangit, she's a sucker for the hair tucks. She squishes his face in both her hands before getting up and offering a hand so he can do the same. Er... get up. Not squish her face. That's her thing.]

You got it, babycakes. But it's gonna cost you! Some epic future favour as yet to be determined! [That is one wicked grin.] But you get the friends and family discount. Promise it won't be too painful.

Okay. Lets do this. Epic-soundtacular rhythmic practice session initiate!

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