Dreaming and waking, again.

[stilljustandrew]

* * * * *

Jonathan falls.

His shoulder, solid and still warm under your hand, sags out of your grip with a sickening slowness. His eyes -- oh, his eyes -- are bewildered, and beginning to glaze over as they stare up into yours, the question why? not even given time to form in them.

Your own voice: "Not one of them cares a thing about you."

"Well, I still care about them." Jonathan smiles a very small smile, deep and warm and incomprehensible. "That's why I'm doing this."

That was before. This is now. And he falls. And the light is gone from his eyes, and there is so very much blood.

* * * * *

*Andrew wakes with a choked gasp, his back pressing against the bed's headboard. He is sweating.*

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[burlapchafesso.livejournal.com]

*Pinky peers out from over the edge of his drawer, and sees the big person very nervous. He is scared and nervous for the person, his ears drooping a bit*

Hullo? Mr. Andrew? Are you alright?

*He scrambles out of the drawer and slowly moves toward the bed*

[stilljustandrew]

...Pinky?

Uh. Hi. Yeah. I'm ... I'm okay.

*His breathing is slowing down. He sits up and lowers his feet to the floor, and bends to pick Pinky up.*

[burlapchafesso.livejournal.com]

*Pinky frowns at Andrew*

You don't sound like you're okay. I know!

*Pinky scrambles out of Andrew's hand and down the bed before returning shortly with a lollipop. He tries to climb back up the bed, but the lollipop is too large for him to carry, so instead he holds it up proudly from the floor*

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew stares at the lollipop, and breaks into a completely involuntary smile*

...Thanks!

*picks up Pinky again and puts him down on the bed, and takes the lollipop*

So, uh ...
... what d'you want to do tonight?

[burlapchafesso.livejournal.com]

*Pinky slumps down to the bed, looking forlorn*

Brain! I forgot about Brain.

[stilljustandrew]

Oh. Uh ...

*looks worried*

Hey, uh - wanna go down to the bar and see if we can find him?

[burlapchafesso.livejournal.com]

*Pinky looks up slowly, his eyes wide and blinking*

Could we?

[stilljustandrew]

Sure, let's.

[balletrat]

*Much later that night, Meg slips into Andrew's room, rather nervously. She is still not quite sure she should be doing this - but the fact is, it beats a booth downstairs, and she has no desire to go home tonight and explain to her mother her borrowed, outlandish clothes and her arabesques.

And, after all, she'll probably be up and out before he notices. Right? Right.

That being decided, she curls up on the floor, against the foot of the bed, and falls asleep.*