exsilium | text;

text;

I don't really like doing that announcement thing, but since I'm her roommate... Snow White's gone home! Which is good, that means she's finally back with James, who's her total love at first sight wonderful husband and she has a daughter that maybe she'll get to see now so I'm happy for her. Right, and Al left too, but that was last month. Uh... a few others, but I don't really know the full list.

It makes me curious about something else, though. What do you guys do to show you remember and care about people who you'll probably never see again in this lifetime?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yosuke's face is concerned, not disgusted. Vaguely guilty. And perhaps most surprisingly, understanding. He's not confused by the tears at all. He sort of wants to cry about this whole thing himself. So what's on his mind, and probably evident on his face at the moment, is a desire to soothe Collette.

Is he uncomfortable? Yeah. He really is. But not for the reasons she's thinking. When she asks for a hug he hesitates, not because he doesn't want to hug her, though. Because frankly, he does. He's been wanting physical contact with someone for months, and here it is. The opportunity. Only, he has to be extra careful not to do anything awkward, since she's already crying. So, he does what his mom always did when he was young, a frequent scraper of both palms and knees.

He leans in closer and wraps one arm around Collette at shoulder level, pulling her close to his chest. The other hand goes to the back of her head, cradling her gently. It's silly. He knows as soon as he does it that it's silly. He's probably poking her with his pointy ribs or something, for that matter. But if she laughs, that's alright too.

"Shh. It's fine. You're alright. It'll be alright."

None of it feels precisely silly to her. Absurd, yes, because of the situation. Here she was crying on a guy her age, who had no reason to tolerate the fact she was crying, or to stick around and let her cry. She knew it was uncomfortable, and her request, stupid and childish, could only be more so.

She just misses her friends so much, misses her brother, her sister-in-law, misses a future she never really knew she might have had, misses opportunity that only comes around here now. She misses a lot of things, and then he has an arm around her shoulder, and she remembers what she's missed about this, too. It's a longer ache, missing casual contact.

A little funny to have a guy cradling her head, with the odd way it reminds her of moms and pains and being held against a chest to listen to a heartbeat until she calmed down. If Yosuke had dragged her head down to rest on his chest bone, she knows she'd have lost it. Laughing and crying, both!

As it is, she's already struggling through the thick throated, choked sobs to turn them into ragged breaths, fighting to make her voice pitch for amused instead of pained. She hugs him back, not worried about the details. He doesn't feel bony or strong or weak or bulky. To her, right now, Yosuke feels warm.

It's really all that matters. It's also why she reasons zombies would be no good at hugs, but that was one sentiment she didn't plan on telling Koltira anytime soon.

When she has her voice and tears under enough control to speak, Collette doesn't shift her tight hold on Yosuke. She tries to laugh, leaving her face buried somewhere between them.

"I'm snotting all over you," she says at last, swallowing hard with the last words. "This is so totally gross of me."

"Yeah, I noticed." He grumbles in reply, not sugar coating it. But for all he feigns being annoyed, his tone isn't actually tense. He strokes her hair a few times as she struggles to get her control back. She feels nice. Soft and warm and surprisingly clean. All the people he'd seen in wheelchairs before had been old and sort of smelly, but Collette must bathe frequently. Mmm. Lavendar soap. It smells nice.

But she's also draping on him in that way, clinging almost...it's familiar. And sad. His own chest tightens again, and he swallows. It's probably best just to let her get it all out, right? Sometimes crying can help after all, right?

She snorts again, which is a singularly bad idea, as it causes her to half-choke and swallow convulsively with a hiccup. She knows she sounds ridiculous, and somewhere inside she's writhing in embarrassment, but that can wait for later, when they either deny this happened or she gets teased because it did.

Boys were boys. She's used to dealing with how they rolled.

Usually with more ribbing.

She appreciates Yosuke not having made this weird, slowing down her breathing and evening it out with her eyes closed. In one two, out three four, in one two, out three four, in one two three, out for five six.

When she's breathing on a four count, she opens her eyes. A few rapid blinks does nothing to change how heavy they feel, but at least she's not sobbing so hard now. Getting back under control is something of a specialty, when she needs it to be. Collette gives Yosuke a squeeze, a silent sort of thank you, before starting to pull back.

When she spots the disgusting mess she's made on his shirt, her eyes widen. "Oh no," she says, "Oh no!" Then she laughs. There's nothing else she can do other then laugh, rubbing her hand under her nose and hoping Yosuke knew how to do laundry, because he sure was going to need to change that poor shirt!

"Want something to wash your face?"

Yosuke makes a face at the wet spots on his shirt, and starts to unbutton it. Yeah, okay, he's not wearing that home.

"Or a non human tissue?"

"Yes, Mom," she says, hiccuping another burst of laughter and clapping a hand over her mouth. "Both?" she mumbles from behind her hand, reddened eyes focusing on his face.

The whole shirt thing is more funny to her than anything else. Embarrassment is too entangled with the rest of what she's feeling to take any real leading presence.

He rolls his eyes at that retort, but he's too relieved that she's not crying anymore to take it too seriously. Though he does ball up his snotty shirt -there's an undershirt beneath it, which does nothing at all to make him look less like a pole- and toss it at her before he ducks out to get her a cloth and some toilet roll.

"Can't I at least be the creepy uncle?"

He returns pretty quickly, considering he knows the layout of the apartment anyway and feels less like a stranger here than at first. Both items get handed over, unlike the juice he brought her. That he steals a sip of for himself while he waits for her to sort herself out.

She takes the opportunity to use his discarded shirt to better wipe off her face. For a moment she wonders if it smells like anything in particular -- what kind of scent is Yosuke -- but the moment passes. Runny noses didn't have s good track record for picking up on nuances in scent.

Collette realizes her mistake in making further use of his shirt when he comes back with the toilet paper. Wadding it up and pretending that placing it in her lap was the part of some grand plan, she shoots him a half smile. It's not all that sincere yet, but she's trying.

"Hate to break it to you, but I don't have any uncles, creepy or otherwise. Though if you feel like pulling an Uncle Fester..."

She blows her nose into the paper, folding it in half and then tucking that into her lap underneath his shirt. Talk about a lost cause. The towel stays in hand for a minute before she belatedly uses it to clean herself up. "Thanks," she says, a softer word as she swallows again, saliva choking pas the lingering thickness.

"Huh? You mean like in Tommy? Huh. I thought it was 'fiddle faddle' or something, wasn't it?"

Yosuke responds, either unaware of or indifferent to what an awkward conversation topic he's stumbled upon. And certainly none the wiser as far as what an 'uncle fester' might be.

He watches Collette pretend not to be abusing his shirt still, but decides not to comment. It brings up the nagging problem that he has very few clothes, after all. There's really no point in admitting that.

"Did that have that Chris Barley or whatever his name in it?" Tommy made her think of Tommy Boy, a film that'd come out in the last few years. Suffice to say, she wasn't making the same sort of connections, though she was curious what ones Yosuke was making.

She's also playing with folding his shirt in her lap, once, twice, then three times over, making it into an ever smaller square. She felt herself calming down, something that had her breathing more easily. "I'll wash it," she offers, holding up the folded bundle, "With the non-flowery smelling stuff. Unless you like flowers?"

She primarily picked up the container of flower detergent to troll Caesar, but having more excuses to use it before she started having to for herself wasn't a bad idea. Especially not when it made her offer him a shier, shadow of amused smile.

The confusing response just gets a brow wrinkle from Yosuke. Maybe that's a drummer's name? The drummers never seem to last in British bands, right? Even Ringo had been a replacement, after all. So he shrugs and nods.

"Uh. Yeah." And with an indifferent glance at the shirt. Flowers? Sure, that's about how he expects something to smell if a girl does it. After all, he was just close enough to smell her and she did smell like flowers. "That's fine. Try not to shrink it, okay? I plan to get taller soon."

"Convert it to a belly shirt, make all the girls go wild," she advises, cracking a wobbly smile. "See, you'll be fine even if I run it through the dryer on hot!"

Not that she thinks he'd have to worry so much. Besides, how much taller could he want to be?

"You think so?" He grins and lifts his shirt a bit, showing off his stomach. It's flat, maybe even a bit concave, with a slight bit of definition just beginning to show through. And slopes of hipbone jut to either side. His jeans do their best to cling to those hipbone a, but slide down a bit anyway, revealing a small strip of baby soft hair.

He's clearly going for a laugh, rather than anything shocking or inappropriate.

She snorts, but takes a moment to stroke her chin like she's examining his stomach for evidence of sexiness. A slow, contemplative nod is her ultimate response. "You've got definite potential," she says. "Especially right... there!"

She generally pokes at the area that would be right below his belly button -- or would, if he was close-by.

He squeaks anyway, and jumps back a bit, dropping his shirt. But he's grinning anyway. Hey, potential is definitely a start,

"I'm planning to fill out soon, too."

She grins, hand falling back down to her armrest. "Really? Better start eating and doing crunches something serious! Oh, plus protein shakes." Judging off her brother's track record in going from nod to bod.

"Hey! I don't..."

Well. She maybe has a little bit of a point actually. He's under 57kg even soaking wet. He crosses his arms in front of himself, flushing a soft pink.

"I'm not done growing yet, jeez."

Collette grins, feeling much cheerier now than earlier. "Yeah, yeah, and you won't be until your twenties. It's okay! I'm sure you'll... I'm sure you'll get even better abs if you work at it!"

She isn't so sure he'll actually bulk out.

Possibly ever.

"Yeah? They're not too bad though, right?"

It seems to be enough to appease him, at any rate.

"For a guy who probably doesn't spend half his day in a gym? Not bad at all!"

Ego stroking was something of a specialty of hers when she was in the mood. Cracking him a more easy smile, it seems she's in the mood right now.

"I work out!"

Okay, not every day. But when someone forces him to he totally does...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

text;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject