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bigapplesauce2014-04-20 11:16 am
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Ain't No Rest [closed]
True to his nature, Johnny hasn't kept up in touch with Jodie since he moved out of their hotel room. Less typical, however, is the presence of an actual inclination to right this. She's not someone he wants to sleep with and is scared will reject him. She's one of his only friends in the literal world.
It takes him an embarrassing amount of time to figure out the phone Gabe obtained for him, which has a futuristic touchscreen and a lot of really confusing sliding functions - he's opened more "apps" than he knew existed (a moot point, since what the fuck is even an app anyway) before he finally figures out how to goddamn dial. He hangs up on accident, but manages to bring the phone to his ear on the second go around.
The number works; she's still in the same hotel room. He feels a pang of guilt knowing that, but keeps his tone light and casual as he invites her and Aiden to hang at his place. Gabe has outfitted him with beer and enough furnishings to make it suitably cozy. He takes special care not to mention Gabe at all. Not just for her benefit. Gabe is an entity he's keeping firmly tucked into one particular corner of his mind right now.
It feels weird, inviting them over just to "chill," like that's a thing any of them do. Partly it is that. He wants to see how they're doing. He feels he owes it to them to keep up. He feels lonely and he wants to share some beer with someone and for extra special personal reasons Gabe is not that person.
Of course it's not just that. But how do you say "by the way, I've discovered the Rift gave me horrible physics-warping powers and I wanted to give you a private demo" nonchalantly over the phone? You don't, that's how.
This accomplished, he sets the weird future device gingerly aside and makes a cursory attempt to tidy an already fairly un-lived-in space. He ends up sitting at the tattooing desk Gabe so generously provided him, staring at the untouched inks and needles and sketch paper, letting his mind wander.
It takes him an embarrassing amount of time to figure out the phone Gabe obtained for him, which has a futuristic touchscreen and a lot of really confusing sliding functions - he's opened more "apps" than he knew existed (a moot point, since what the fuck is even an app anyway) before he finally figures out how to goddamn dial. He hangs up on accident, but manages to bring the phone to his ear on the second go around.
The number works; she's still in the same hotel room. He feels a pang of guilt knowing that, but keeps his tone light and casual as he invites her and Aiden to hang at his place. Gabe has outfitted him with beer and enough furnishings to make it suitably cozy. He takes special care not to mention Gabe at all. Not just for her benefit. Gabe is an entity he's keeping firmly tucked into one particular corner of his mind right now.
It feels weird, inviting them over just to "chill," like that's a thing any of them do. Partly it is that. He wants to see how they're doing. He feels he owes it to them to keep up. He feels lonely and he wants to share some beer with someone and for extra special personal reasons Gabe is not that person.
Of course it's not just that. But how do you say "by the way, I've discovered the Rift gave me horrible physics-warping powers and I wanted to give you a private demo" nonchalantly over the phone? You don't, that's how.
This accomplished, he sets the weird future device gingerly aside and makes a cursory attempt to tidy an already fairly un-lived-in space. He ends up sitting at the tattooing desk Gabe so generously provided him, staring at the untouched inks and needles and sketch paper, letting his mind wander.