[closed] Temporarily powerless and homeless

[powerdealer]

It seems every day is more monotone than the last, like he's walking around in a zombie haze - though thankfully without any real zombies, he'd prefer not to do that again. But you'd think a city as weird as this would have more going on. That's what he gets for staying out of trouble.

He sighs as he unlocks the door to his apartment, dropping the keys on a table and running a hand down his face. He sits down in front of the telly, but gets bored almost immediately. Perhaps he should simply go out. Or perhaps he should go hang out with Gabe. He hasn't seen him for almost a week, he realises with a small pang.

Usually Gabe shoots him a text or something if he wants to hang out, or Seth just heads upstairs, but that hasn't happened lately. Probably he's just been busy. Yeah, that's what he'll do, maybe that will shake him out of this funk.

Not bothering with the keys just now, he heads for the door again, simply walking through it before heading upstairs. He knocks twice, but there's no reply. Guess not, then. He's about to leave, but then decides if Gabe's out, he might as well check if Scout's there and if he needs something, so he steps through the door.

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[johnny_truant]

"Oh," says Johnny. He levels a sidelong glance at Seth. He hadn't considered that he meant the "un-regular" kind, but... man, he hopes Seth isn't about to go shoot up. "No, I'm good. I got some. In the thing."

He gestures vaguely at the bathroom, sort of a flailing motion that leaves his arm flopped beside him. Excited by the movement, Scout rushes over and leaps up on the bed.

"Let me know how you're doing later, okay?" he mumbles, dragging himself back up to get at the coffee.

[powerdealer]

It doesn't occur to him to reassure Johnny that he isn't planning on using anything more hardcore than advil. He keeps a strict schedule of this, with precautions for avoiding temptation. Because otherwise, he knows it's an incredibly slippery slope.

"Yeah," he answers with a nod. For a moment he wonders if he should just phase out, so Johnny doesn't have to get up to lock the door after him. But then he's up, so he just uses the door the regular way, relieved he doesn't have to use his powers more than necessary at the moment. "Well, I'm right nextdoor, so, if you.. need anything." Awkward. "..Bye." And he's gone.

He phases into his own apartment, and sets about trying to repair the damage of last night.

[johnny_truant]

Johnny is too wiped out to be concerned about the lock right now. He pours himself some coffee and sips at it grudgingly, letting it burn his tongue. Bitter as fuck. He alternates that with some water, strips out of yesterday's clothes and into boxers and an undershirt. He curls up on the bed, and Scout nestles in against him, resting his chin on Johnny's arm.

"Hey, buddy," murmurs Johnny, rubbing Scout's head gently. It hits him all at once, again, Gabriel's absence, the frustration and agony of just not knowing where he is, what happened to him, when... if... he'll be back. He's too much of a mess to tamp it down: he closes his eyes tightly against them, but a few tears still manage to make it down his cheek, soaking into his sheets.

"Goddammit," he mutters, wiping at them angrily. He doesn't want to feel this weak. He wants to know he will survive this - that he'll be okay if Gabe doesn't come back.

He buries his face against the pillows, and Scout noses at him, whining once in doglike concern. Johnny focuses everything he has on the dog, comforting him, letting himself be comforted, before he finally drifts back to sleep.