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bigapplesauce2014-09-05 10:10 pm
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now it looks as though they're here to stay [closed]
Johnny wakes with a start and immediately touches his face. Skin. Hair. Flesh. Human head. No longer a cowskull. Thank fuck.
He sits up and braces against the wall, staring at his room. Yesterday comes back in bittersweet pieces. Being in the TARDIS, seeing Gabe... everything that happened with Seth. He remembers being with Eliot in the dream. That had been nice. He should find Eliot again.
First thing's first, though. He has to check on Seth. He stretches and yawns and rubs at his face for a while, steps out of bed and pads to the kitchen. He didn't even change out of his clothes last night. His face feels dry and crusty from crying. His hands hurt. Muscles sore from the effort of fixing Seth's mess, which was really his mess.
He can't even think about it right now, or feel anything. He stares numbly at the kettle as the water heats, then makes himself some instant coffee and drinks it down as he wanders about the apartment. He changes clothes, cracks a few joints, and picks up the spare key Seth gave him.
He crosses the hall, which is dark and empty and strangely cold. He tries not to focus too closely on the architecture or his surroundings. All of it feels dangerous right now, and he forcibly shuts it all out. He reaches the door, unlocks it, and knocks lightly before letting himself in.
He sits up and braces against the wall, staring at his room. Yesterday comes back in bittersweet pieces. Being in the TARDIS, seeing Gabe... everything that happened with Seth. He remembers being with Eliot in the dream. That had been nice. He should find Eliot again.
First thing's first, though. He has to check on Seth. He stretches and yawns and rubs at his face for a while, steps out of bed and pads to the kitchen. He didn't even change out of his clothes last night. His face feels dry and crusty from crying. His hands hurt. Muscles sore from the effort of fixing Seth's mess, which was really his mess.
He can't even think about it right now, or feel anything. He stares numbly at the kettle as the water heats, then makes himself some instant coffee and drinks it down as he wanders about the apartment. He changes clothes, cracks a few joints, and picks up the spare key Seth gave him.
He crosses the hall, which is dark and empty and strangely cold. He tries not to focus too closely on the architecture or his surroundings. All of it feels dangerous right now, and he forcibly shuts it all out. He reaches the door, unlocks it, and knocks lightly before letting himself in.
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He steps back, patting his thigh to summon Scout, who trails after him excitedly. Johnny smiles at the dog, then casts a final nod at Seth before stepping back out.
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"See you later," he echoes, following them to the door and giving a stupid little wave at Scout, then locking the door behind him.
Okay. First he's gonna finish that coffee. Then he's going to peel out of these clothes that got all sweat-ed up yesterday, and he's going to take a bath and wash off everything, and he's going to collect himself, and he's going to prepare for being a good friend to Gabriel.