[ Gar's head tilts. Jason caring about him hadn't really surprised him. This defensiveness does, though.
He cracks his own can open and drinks from it, then points Jason into the living room. He hates both sitting down and standing up; the movement between them sucks no matter what. So he doesn't talk until he's eased down, and then he leans back into the cushions. ]
Yeah, I figured. I meant...you know, were you okay. You look okay.
But you don't...really sound it. [ This is always dangerous territory where Jason's concerned. Gar knows that. ] Something happen?
⟨ His feet move toward the living room and take in the surroundings again before settling on Gar, watching him slowly sink into the couch. It takes Jason a few more moments and the downing of about half the can before he sits himself on the arm of that couch. A few more moments before speaking again, brows furrowing. ⟩ We just went through a huge turf war, dude. In a city like this. Is anyone ever okay?
⟨ He sighs long, dips his head for a moment and gets back up. Gar's settled fine, he'll heal up and the last thing he needs is someone around that'll ruin everything. ⟩ I actually just dropped by to see if you were okay. I should probably get going. Thanks for the beer though.
⟨ His jaw tensed and untensed -- eyes turning back toward Gar. A hand washes over his face as feet shift back toward the couch. After a moment or two he sits back down, one knee bouncing up and down without him even really noticing. ⟩ Sorry, man. Just a lot on my mind.
⟨ He is not drunk enough for this kind of attention. Sorry, Gar. Jason's not good with the touchy-feel. At least, when Jason is and when he isn't okay with physical affection is a little difficult to predict. ⟩ I'm here for you, remember?
[ Gar looks at him, then shifts uncomfortably to sit a little straighter. He hates this, he rarely sits still. When he does, he usually sits close to people, angled towards them, because unlike most of the people he knows, he's actually a good listener. ]
Or I could talk. I could talk about...oh, how I was holed up in the Community Centre and didn't know what was happening to anyone. That was fun, that reminded me of home. Or, um...how I got a job in that arcade, but then we had a turf war so I couldn't start, and now I'm gonna start looking like this, which is not ideal because my boss is kind of hot. Or...oh, how I'm living in this sweet apartment now, so I have an actual TV with the ability to play movies except they're all porn, so that's all I've been watching. Do you know what fisting is? Because as of... [ he glances at the clock ] three hours forty-five minutes ago, I do. It looks like it hurts, but that's really not the impression I got.
[ Now there's a pause, while he drinks from the beer can. ]
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He cracks his own can open and drinks from it, then points Jason into the living room. He hates both sitting down and standing up; the movement between them sucks no matter what. So he doesn't talk until he's eased down, and then he leans back into the cushions. ]
Yeah, I figured. I meant...you know, were you okay. You look okay.
But you don't...really sound it. [ This is always dangerous territory where Jason's concerned. Gar knows that. ] Something happen?
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⟨ He sighs long, dips his head for a moment and gets back up. Gar's settled fine, he'll heal up and the last thing he needs is someone around that'll ruin everything. ⟩ I actually just dropped by to see if you were okay. I should probably get going. Thanks for the beer though.
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Look, I physically can't chase you down right now, so just...take pity, and please don't. I'm glad you're here.
[ He hesitates, his fingers turning the beer can around in his hands. ]
I'm not okay. I will be, though, I've been okay after worse.
Come sit with me. [ A beat. ] Please?
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Well. I've got...a lot of time. So, talk to me.
[ He reaches for him, unsure at first, but then he slides his hand over his wrist. ]
What's going on?
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[ Gar looks at him, then shifts uncomfortably to sit a little straighter. He hates this, he rarely sits still. When he does, he usually sits close to people, angled towards them, because unlike most of the people he knows, he's actually a good listener. ]
Or I could talk. I could talk about...oh, how I was holed up in the Community Centre and didn't know what was happening to anyone. That was fun, that reminded me of home. Or, um...how I got a job in that arcade, but then we had a turf war so I couldn't start, and now I'm gonna start looking like this, which is not ideal because my boss is kind of hot. Or...oh, how I'm living in this sweet apartment now, so I have an actual TV with the ability to play movies except they're all porn, so that's all I've been watching. Do you know what fisting is? Because as of... [ he glances at the clock ] three hours forty-five minutes ago, I do. It looks like it hurts, but that's really not the impression I got.
[ Now there's a pause, while he drinks from the beer can. ]