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| Take the Plunge; Sam and Gene make a splash! | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 11 2014, 08:08 PM (2,858 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 08:08 PM Post #1 |
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*Gene slams his hand down on his desk - an indication that the matter is sorted. Done with.* I don't know what investigation you're following, but if you think Brooks is guilty then it damn well isn't this one. The longer we stand 'ere waffling about 'im, the longer the real scrote's out there potentially doin' more damage! Now can we please shift our focus back on track!? |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2014, 12:22 AM Post #201 |
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*Gene gives Sam a look at that, raising his fork and shoving a potato chunk into his mouth pointedly. He's fine - see? Sam doesn't need to worry... Through the mouthful he doesn't really want to chew, Gene replies.* Bollocks. Could eat a horse. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 28 2014, 09:02 AM Post #202 |
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*Sam observes Gene for a few moments longer, before shrugging and focusing on his own dinner.* Hope I got you enough then. *To be honest, Gene doesn't sound very convincing, and Sam is still worried - but he himself doesn't have the energy to keep insisting on this. He'll just stop edging Gene on... Because knowing him, in the end Gene might end up eating way too much and then spending the night curled up and moaning with a stomach ache.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2014, 12:39 PM Post #203 |
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Yeah... Should do me just fine. *swallows, unsure whether he's really wanting to or not. The curry tastes amazing, as always - it's his stomach that doesn't seem so keen.* Nothing like a good chilli-fest to blow away the icicles, eh! *looks at Sam, hoping to at least see some red cheeks or some colour back in his face* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2014, 09:33 PM Post #204 |
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*Sam gives a faint smile at this, though his head stays tilted downwards, his attention on the meal before him. The warmth is nice indeed... Sam still doesn't feel quite unfrozen yet, and as he looks up slightly and reaches over to grab a glass of water he's brought over as well, the pallor of his face shows.* Should warm us up nicely, yeah. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 29 2014, 11:09 PM Post #205 |
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*Gene huffs a sound of agreement as he continues to poke around with his food, taking small bites and chewing for slightly longer than necessary. He's making slow progress with his own meal, so he spends the time watching Sam and trying not to make his lack of appetite obvious. The meal passes, and when it ends, Gene picks up his own still half-full plate along with Sam's and deposits them in the kitchen. With how tired they both are, he decides that all tidying up will have to be done tomorrow. Right now he just wants to curl up and recharge in bed. So that's what he does, inviting Sam to join him. It's probably bad to sleep right after eating, but he feels too sleepy to do much else. Soon enough, Gene's in his pyjamas and sliding in between the covers* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2014, 09:05 AM Post #206 |
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*Sam notices that Gene is eating much slower than usual, of course he does - plus the fact that he doesn't even finish his meal. This is worrying, and normally Sam would insist on Gene finally telling him what's wrong, but with everything that's happened, he simply doesn't have the strength. So Sam doesn't protest as Gene puts away their plates, and agrees that going to bed would probably be the best thing. He just takes a detour to the bathroom for a shower - it feels like the river muck is still clinging to his skin. 10 minutes later, Sam as well crawls into bed, curling up on his side immediately as he pulls the covers up that much more. There still seems to be a residue of the freezing cold somewhere deep underneath his skin, making him shiver slightly and burrow into his pillow and blanket even more. Still, he reaches out to take Gene's hand, squeezing it slightly without a word.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2014, 05:20 PM Post #207 |
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*Gene shifts as he feels Sam get into bed, turning so that he's facing his partner. Sam's fingers find their way into his, and Gene squeezes back, eyes closed already and the duvet pulled up to his nose. He feels cold, and even though he's sure Sam feels the same way or worse, the body contact might help to warm him up. As he breathes in, Gene catches a whiff of something clean and fragrant - something very different to the swampy water smell from before... Voice sleepy and light, Gene comments* Mmhh... Smell nice. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2014, 05:26 PM Post #208 |
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*smiles faintly* Glad to hear I don't smell like canal water anymore. *Gene's hand in his feels... cold. Too cold for Sam not to worry about it. So he shifts in closer, winding one arm about Gene and pulling him towards himself a little.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2014, 08:15 PM Post #209 |
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*Gene shuffles to lay against Sam, making a satisfied noise. This is it, this is how he'll warm up, and warm Sam up in the process.* Yeah, stunk like a skunk, you did. *his mouth twitches* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2014, 08:18 PM Post #210 |
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*wryly* Pot... kettle... black. *buries his face somewhere close to Gene's chest, making good use of their differencr in build. Now that they're lying down, the fact that he's tired hits Sam full-on, and he yawns widely* Don't kick me in the gut or anythin', please... |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2014, 12:58 AM Post #211 |
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*snorts, already halfway asleep* *murmurs* Only if y'start to alphabetise things in yer sleep... |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2014, 09:56 AM Post #212 |
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*Sam makes a "pffffff" sound, but he as well is slipping away fast, sleep assaulting his senses. As silences settles over them, he drifts off, breath evening out. As the night progresses, Sam grows restless in his sleep. He's untangled himself from Gene, lying on his back, the blanket half kicked off at some point. He's quiet, for a long time, it's just his breathing that betrays the blurry dreams he's having. And then, well past 3am, those dreams start to intensify. Become clearer. Sam inhales sharply, gives a small moan-- -- as the car spins and spins and spins, slowly and fast, Sam staring at the endless expanse of water before him, and the sound the car makes as it hits the water is amplified until his ears seem to burst, and then he can't move. Water, water everywhere, and Sam can't move at all. Sam's breath hitches.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2014, 12:02 PM Post #213 |
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*Gene doesn't take long to drift off either - his tired muscles are beginning to ache and cramp, the exercise and tiredness beginning to make themselves known in an even less pleasant way. But thankfully, unconsciousness pushes that problem away for a while. He sleeps soundly, hardly moving at all - until gone 3am when Sam's rolled away from him a little and kicked the blankets downwards. The hitched breath makes Gene twitch in his sleep, but it'll take a little more than that to wake him up properly - he's too far gone.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2014, 12:10 PM Post #214 |
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*The dream is becoming more and more vivid, and the more it does, the more Sam's body reacts to it. Soon he's gasping audibly, twitching and kicking, one hand fisting into the blanket while the other is flailing about weakily, as if Sam were trying to get out of something.... push something to the side... But inside his dream, there is no escape. Sam is drowning over and over again, slowly, feeling his lungs fill up with dirty river water...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2014, 03:52 PM Post #215 |
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*Finally the sounds coming from beside him begin to rouse Gene, the motions next to him disturbing his sleep and giving him the feeling that something's very wrong. Waking slowly to the sounds of gasping and blankets rustling isn't what he'd expected for that night, but Gene quickly realises that's what's happened. He's awake, and there's gasping next to him. Sam's gasping. A hint of panic stabs at him as Gene suddenly pushes himself up and flicks the bedside light on. In a slightly hoarse voice and rubbing his eyes, he speaks* Sam, you awake...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2014, 11:49 PM Post #216 |
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*No reply - Sam keeps gasping, choking, both his eyes and mouth tightly closed - don't swallow the water - and he's still twitching, kicking less - can't move can't move can't MOVE - heading turning this way and that.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2015, 01:36 AM Post #217 |
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*No response... Gene slowly realises what's going on, and he leaps into action. Nightmares. Should have known, the amount of guilt Sam seems to be carrying around. Gene grabs Sam's shoulders roughly and gives him a short sharp shake, voice still slightly hoarse as he speaks up louder this time* Sam! You're dreaming! You're safe, you hear? Wake up! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2015, 02:51 PM Post #218 |
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*Though Gene's voice and the shake aren't enough yet to wake Sam up, the scene in his dream shifts. He still can't breathe, but all of a sudden, he's floating, looking down on, on... ...on Gene, holding Sam's lifeless body. Shaking him, shouting at him to wake up, desperately shouting, tears, so many tears-- Sam sees it all, but he can't change what happened, even though there's a small voice somewhere telling him "this isn't how it went". No matter, he's seeing what he's seeing right now, and he wants to reach out to Gene and tell him "I'm here!", but it doesn't work, Gene can't see or hear him, and Sam can't touch him. Sam's mouth finally opens for another gasp, but he still can't breathe properly, his breath is hitching in his chest, and he's arching under Gene's touch.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2015, 05:35 PM Post #219 |
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*Gene grits his teeth - Sam seems to be struggling to breathe! Shit, what if his lungs are filling up?? Desperation creeping up on him, Gene shoves himself up on his knees properly and leans over Sam, grabbing his shirtfront in one hand and giving Sam a slap across the face with the other - he needs Sam to wake up! He needs him to be okay!!* SAM! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2015, 06:03 PM Post #220 |
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*The slap does it. Sam flinches, the dream tears apart with a flash, leaving Sam dazed as his eyes snap open, his head having snapped to the side from the force of the slap and the surprise. Sam gasps, eyes wide, staring off into the distance. Waking up happened too suddenly, too fast - he's not rid of the dream's images yet, the fear, the pain, having to watch Gene's grief. His breath hitches again, and though his chest is heaving, pumping air in and out, it feels like there isn't enough, like he's drowning all over again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2015, 06:29 PM Post #221 |
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*Gene jumps as Sam's eyes fly open - he looks terrified!* Whoa, Sam.... Sam , it's okay, you can breathe! *backs away a little to give him some space, one hand firmly planted on his shoulder. It's obvious what Sam's been dreaming about... Thank God he's awake now.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2015, 08:19 PM Post #222 |
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*Sam hears Gene's voice, but he can't make out the words, it's all muddled and unintelligible. Still gasping, struggling to control his breathing, Sam's vision remains blurry from sleep, and then tears start welling up in his eyes. Gene, Gene, he's all Sam can think of, that he caused Gene grief, that once again something happened to him and his loved one will leave... It's a massive effort to get his body to move, but Sam reaches out, clumsily trying to find Gene, and ends up grasping Gene's arm with a trembling hand. He needs to apologise, needs to make Gene stay....!* P-please-- *still gasping, can't seem to draw a proper breath--* -- do-don't--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2015, 09:35 PM Post #223 |
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*Gene doesn't understand... Sam doesn't want him to do something , but what? Helplessly he shakes his head, voice thin as he replies* What? Don't what? D'you need air, s'that it? *Sam's eyes are growing wet, Gene can see from the reflections in them. Damn, he doesn't want this - Sam's supposed to feel safe here...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2015, 09:42 PM Post #224 |
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*Still gasping, still choking, trying to get Gene to hear him (he still hears the words, Wake up, Sam, wake up!!), he coughs between the words, but he somehow grates them out* D-don't l-le-leave-- m's-- so-sorry -- sorry-- m'sorry--! *he's crying now, can't stop it, he's desperate, he has to get Gene to hear him, the fear that he might just up and go, leave him, it's making his chest grow unbearably tight--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2015, 09:50 PM Post #225 |
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*Gene's heart quivers and breaks. This isn't what he wanted... Not at all.... Deciding that calming Sam is more important than giving him breathing space, Gene dips down, gathering Sam in his arms and holding him close to his chest* Shhhh, m'not bloody leaving, am I! *kisses the side of Sam's face, trying to ignore the dampness he encounters there* I'm here for the long haul, so don't even think for a second that I'd sod off because of this. *strokes Sam's hair, hugging him close* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2015, 10:05 PM Post #226 |
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*Sam gives a small gasp as Gene gathers him up, and for a moment he's even more disoriented than before - how can he suddenly feel so protected, how can death and loneliness feel so warm - but then... then the close contact, Gene's skin on his, inevitably pulls Sam back into the present, makes Gene's words become clearer. With a few seconds' delay, his hands come up and grasp at Gene's back, fisting into his pyjama shirt and clinging on tight as Gene kisses him. Finally, after an indefinable amount of time, the hitch of his breath becomes sobbing, and Sam buries his face in Gene's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut. He doesn't even try to hold back the tears now.* M'sorry.... m's-sorry... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2015, 10:20 PM Post #227 |
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*clings to Sam, holding him through his sobs. Sam seems intent on apologising... But for what? Going off on his own? That must be it... * Sam... Stop apologising...! *huffs out a sigh against Sam's cheek, trying to find the words to articulate what he wants to say* You were a bloody idiot. Okay? S'that what you want to hear? You were an idiot goin' off on your own. You went against a direct order and if we were in the office I'd have given you a right good dressin' down after it. It was dangerous, reckless and disrespectful to my authority. And worst of all, you could've been killed. *clings to Sam a little harder, speaking softly in his ear* But. You already know all that, and you're gonna make yourself ill if you keep frettin' over it. I'm not cross with you, alright? I'm just bloody glad you're alive. So bloody glad. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2015, 10:35 PM Post #228 |
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*Sam has woken up enough to understand what Gene is saying, and so he listens, clinging onto Gene as if for his dear life, sobbing quietly. Not cross with him. Gene isn't cross with him. Even though he nearly went and died, for nothing. After a few moments of silence, during which Sam properly processes his partner's words, he nods, his face rubbing against Gene's shirt. For now, it's all he can do - after stammering out his apologies, he can't seem to find his voice again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2015, 11:22 PM Post #229 |
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*rubs Sam's back, hoping to soothe the rest of the sobs before they happen. He thinks Sam's understanding him... He needs him to know that he isn't angry. He's just relieved that Sam's still there. And he may have been blunt just now - but it's the only way he can think of to word it and make sure that Sam hears him.* There y'go... *takes a deep breath of his own, nuzzling Sam a little, like a big grizzly bear* Breathe slowly, alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2015, 11:36 PM Post #230 |
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*It takes Sam a little while to really calm down, but slowly the sobs come less frequently, start petering out. And with them, the tightness in his chest leaves, finally enabling Sam to breathe more calmly again. By then, his face and Gene's shirt are entirely damp, but Sam still keeps it pressed against Gene's shoulder, not wanting to face anything just yet. All he wants to feel right now is Gene himself, so warm and strong and all around him - stroking his back, nuzzling against him. Being there. Staying. Sam exhales shakily, his grip tightening momentarily. Finally, he manages to brokenly whisper* I didn't mean to go and.... I-I thought you were goin' easy on Brooks cos he was an old friend, I-- *takes a breath* I thought if I didn't go, he'd do a runner.... *snorts slightly, pressing his nose even further into Gene's shirt* Y-you're right. It was stupid. And reckless. *Realising that he's basically repeating what Gene said now, Sam falls silent. Gene told him to stop apologising, after all.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2015, 12:06 AM Post #231 |
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*feeling slightly sick with concern, Gene shakes his head and speaks into Sam's ear again* He is an old friend. But you know that wouldn't stop me if I thought he was upto something awful. You've seen that. *Gene frowns as he remembers Woolf. He could have let him go, then - go far away to die in peace... But he couldn't. Not now he's off the bribes and on the straight and narrow. And if he couldn't do it for Harry, he certainly won't do it for Brooks.* You 'ave to trust me sometimes. People like Brooks - they think they're about to get rumbled and they'll leg it. Can't nick 'em until you're one hundred percent sure. But there's people looking for him. He can't hide for long. We'll get 'im. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2015, 12:16 AM Post #232 |
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*Sam nods again, more fervently this time - he has nothing to add to this. It was his own stubbornness that caused this entire mess, his need to have the last word in that matter. Gene's reassurance is a small comfort only, but it's something . Exhaling audibly, Sam lifts his head slightly, though he still can't bring himself to look at Gene. His breathing has finally calmed down again properly.* *still whispering* ... I thought I was goin' to... I-I was so scared, Gene. *Even though he was unconscious from the moment the car hit the water - in that moment, Sam was as scared as he'd never been before.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2015, 12:29 AM Post #233 |
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*Gene's heart drops at that. His Sam was scared, of course he was. Anyone would be, facing what he did. He lets out a worried sigh, readjusting his arms around Sam and speaking softly* I know. Can't even imagine. *though he secretly thinks that he can - seeing Sam's car in the river like that... He'd been struck with terror too. A different kind though, perhaps. He kisses at Sam's head again, protectively* But you're fine. Got you out, didn't I. Nothing to be scared of any more. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2015, 08:20 AM Post #234 |
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Mmh. *Still, Sam's eyes fill up with tears again, even as Gene kisses him, thinking about all this. About how Gene indeed had to pull him out, how he had to... had to resuscitate him.* I'm.... I'm sorry I made you go through all that...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2015, 08:46 AM Post #235 |
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*sighs, still not letting go of Sam. He needs to make sure that Sam understands... * I'd rather have gone through that and still have you than not gone through it and seen the consequences. *rubs Sam's back slowly* And you're still here, aren't you. Crying into me finest pyjamas. So as long as you're around to do that, no harm done. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2015, 09:56 AM Post #236 |
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*At this, finally, Sam lets out a shakey laugh, nodding and hugging Gene that little bit tighter. It's okay. They're okay. Slowly, Sam pulls back, letting go of Gene to rub at his face, at his eyes. There's just one more thing he needs to say, to apologise for... Looks up, trying to blink away the last of his tears* M'sorry I was bein' such a miserable bastard b-before... didn't mean to push you away. *sniffs* F-felt guilty, I guess. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2015, 09:31 PM Post #237 |
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*Gene lets Sam untangle himself from his arms, eyes watching closely as Sam's face comes into view. There was a laugh, before... That's got to be good... Sam's words though... Gene shakes his head. Sam still feels guilty...* Eh, s'alright. Miserable bastard's what I am most days of the week. You were bound to give some of it back at some point! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2015, 09:45 PM Post #238 |
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*Sam's mouth twitches into a smile for a moment, and he lowers his gaze. His hands have slid down and come to rest on Gene's forearms, grasping at them loosely. He's lost for words at that moment, the nightnare still echoing in his mind, but Gene's presence is doing a lot to keep Sam calm - but now that he's apologised, he doesn't quite know what to say.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2015, 10:16 PM Post #239 |
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*Gene can see that Sam's run out of things to say, but that doesn't worry him. There's a slight smile twitching on his partner's face, and that in itself is enough to make Gene breathe out a sigh of relief. His breathing seems regular, and the tears seem to have stopped, for now. He holds Sam's gaze for a moment, trying to communicate that everything's okay. Sam doesn't have to worry any more. And then, to break the tension, Gene reaches up to ruffle Sam's hair with a tired smirk* You alright, then? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2015, 08:51 AM Post #240 |
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*Sam ducks his head a little out of reflex, but then he nods, looking back up again, and even pushing against Gene's hand with his head ever so slightly. He feels open and raw, and the fact that Gene is this supportive and gentle with him does its part in stripping Sam from the rest of his defenses. He's tired, he's sore, but he's also endlessly grateful for Gene being the way he is. So Sam scoots forward and closer again, winding his arms about Gene - tentatively this time - and holds on, resting his head against Gene's shoulder.* *whispers*... thank you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2015, 11:17 AM Post #241 |
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*smiles tiredly, wrapping his arm around Sam's back. Like Sam, Gene's ever aware of the fact that Sam could very well not be here any more, and that's enough for him to ensure that his manner is soft and calming for once. Though that might also be some of that odd roughness in his throat... * Don't mention it. Just get some kip and rest your noggin so you're well enough for me give you a real boot up the arse sometime. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2015, 11:42 AM Post #242 |
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*nods against Gene's shoulder, hugging him a little tighter. Then, finally, Sam pulls back entirely, giving Gene a weak smile and a pat to the shoulder.* I'll just... go wash my face. *he levers himself up and out of bed, inhaling deeply.* Y'can switch off the light if you want, I'll find my way back. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2015, 06:35 PM Post #243 |
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*Gene watches Sam as he gets up and breathes in deeply - still no rattle or cough from his lungs... That's good. Afterwards, he gently flops back down onto the mattress, closing his eyes. He still feels bone tired - even moreso now that the adrenaline of Sam's breakdown is wearing off. Dearly he'd love to go back to sleep, but he's not going to make Sam find his way back to the bed in the dark...* Naah, I'll leave it on. Last thing we want is you tripping and bashing yer teeth out next! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2015, 08:58 PM Post #244 |
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*Sam's smile widens before he turns away, letting his head hang low for a moment.* Alright. Be back in a jiffy. *pads over to the bathroom, but when he's there in front of the basin, Sam hesitates. Normally he'd fill it up with water and stick his head in, but... No. No, he can't do that now. In a few days maybe, but not right now. So he lets cold water run, splashing his face with it and scrubbing, until it feels like his skin is completely renewed. Well, not entirely, but definitely much better than crusted with tears, like before. Only a few minutes have passed when Sam returns to the bedroom, sitting down carefully and then scooting underneath the blanket. This time, he goes for closeness immediately, nuzzling up to Gene, laying his head down on his partner's chest, Sam's hair just barely tickling at Gene's chin.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2015, 10:00 PM Post #245 |
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*Gene listens as Sam pads over to the bathroom, waiting until he hears the tap run before snuggling down and pulling the blanket up to his chin. He still feels chilly, slightly... Must be the air. Sam shouldn't linger in the bathroom too long - he doesn't want him to get cold again. Luckily, he hears Sam approaching mere moments later and he finds himself able to relax - and even moreso when he feels Sam cuddling up to him and warming him up. With a satisfied grunt, Gene shifts and slings his arm over Sam, pulling him in close. He can feel that Sam's face is a little damp again - but this time it's with water and not tears. Good thing. Already sleepy again, the tiredness beginning to weigh him down, Gene whispers into Sam's hair* Think y'can sleep now? No more nightmares? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 09:55 PM Post #246 |
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*Sam exhales and relaxes when Gene pulls him closer, letting his eyes fall shut.* Think so. *huffs out a small laugh* Sorry I woke you up. *The truth is, Sam does think he'll be able to sleep now. What he was missing before was the knowledge that everything was alright between the two of them still... Having held back on all the things he'd wanted to say, he'd assumed that Gene as well was hiding something... that he was angry at Sam, that he would start not wanting to be with Sam anymore. But now... he's not been kicked out of bed yet, so that is a good sign. The best sign. It'll allow Sam to sleep soundly for sure.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 10:21 PM Post #247 |
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*Grunts sleepily in response. He just can't seem to stay awake, the weight of unconsciouslness pressing down on him, trying to force him under. When he does get his brain together to respond, Gene's voice is slurred and slack* Mmph... S'fine.... Jus' promise t'do it 'gain if y'have 'nother one.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 10:39 PM Post #248 |
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*Draping his own arm across Gene's front, Sam smiles and nods.* Promise. *Then, realising that the light is still on, Sam levers himself up carefully and reaches across Gene, flicking of the light. Just as gently he lowers himself down again, making sure to nuzzle up to Gene properly, and press a little kiss to a patch of skin on Gene's chest.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 11:12 PM Post #249 |
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*Gene's asleep before Sam even lies back down, the little kiss making him sigh a little as he drifts off. He feels exhausted all over again, and though Sam's cuddled up with him he still feels cold somehow. In the morning he doesn't feel much better, either. In fact, he feels worse. When he wakes it happens slowly and sluggishly, his body refusing to even try and open his eyes. He feels as though he could just roll over and go right back to sleep. With a low groan, Gene does just that, rolling back so that he's facing Sam's side of the bed and burying himself down under the covers again as though that'll mean the day pauses itself for him* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 11:16 PM Post #250 |
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*Over the course of the night, Sam hasn't moved all that much, so when Gene starts to wake up and then rolls over, he inevitably pulls Sam out of his slumber.* Mmh... Gene....? *groggily, Sam shifts, reaching out to pat at where he thinks Gene's shoulder is under the blankets.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 11:36 PM Post #251 |
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*grunts again as Sam's hand makes contact with his shoulder. He doesn't want to get up. He doesn't want to be awake. So unfortunately, that's the only response Sam will get. That and Gene pulling the covers up and over his ears and eyes, blocking out the world from view.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 11:38 PM Post #252 |
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*Sam manages to blink open his eyes just in time to see Gene taking cover under the blanket. The sight makes him huff with amusement, despute being quite sleepy himself still.* ... good morning to you too. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 11:47 PM Post #253 |
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*the Gene-shaped lump makes a huffing sound from beneath the blanket mound. Muffled, Gene's voice sounds sulky and annoyed.* Tell the sun to piss off. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 11:52 PM Post #254 |
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*squints towards the window, then back at the Gene-shaped lump.* It's raining. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 11:57 PM Post #255 |
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*makes an unintelligible noise and huffs. He's too foggy to think of a comeback.* Wha's the time anyway? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 12:00 AM Post #256 |
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*with a little smile, Sam twists about to glance at the clock on his bedside table.* 8.30...ish. Closer to 8.45, actually. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 12:04 AM Post #257 |
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*makes another grumpy noise and finally pokes his head out of the blankets, squinting in the light. And then, as the daylight begins to bring his senses back, Gene remembers what happened the night before. Voice a little rough, Gene squints at Sam with a slightly concerned expression* Didn't wake up again, did you? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 12:09 AM Post #258 |
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*The fact that Gene finally decided to poke his head out after all makes Sam smile - but then, that smile whithers slightly as Sam realises just how pale Gene is. That... that isn't normal.* No... Gene, are you alright? Y'look... peaky. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 12:19 AM Post #259 |
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*gives Sam a look. No, he doesn't feel alright. He feels slightly sick and moving seems to be harder than usual. And now that his eyes are open, there's a slight headache brewing there, ready to strike. But Sam must feel the same... He was awake in the middle of the night as well, and after what he went through his partner must be this sluggish as well. It's odd that he doesn't seem to be showing it, but... Maybe he's just hiding it. Like he'd hidden the mental strain and guilt that all erupted last night... And Gene isn't about to go adding to all that by admitting he doesn't feel quite right. He'll suck it up and get on with it.* S'what the happens when you dream about wrestling with Linda Lovelace all night. Tends to leave you a bit sore. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 08:11 AM Post #260 |
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*raises his eyebrows at this - if Gene is trying to be convincing, he's failing. Frankly, he looks like he should stay in bed... and he sounds like it too, his voice having that odd scratch of a brewing cold to it. ... which would make sense, seeing as it was Gene who jumped into the river to save Sam... they mustn't have treated him properly at the hospital afterwards... Sam's expression changes to a slight scowl, and he reaches out to place his palm to Gene's forehead.* Sounds more like you're wrestlin' with a cold right now... your head's a bit hot. Might be better if you stay 'ome today... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 10:31 AM Post #261 |
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Pssht! *shows Sam just what he thinks of that suggestion by pushing the covers off himself and shoving himself up into a sitting position. Even if he does feel a bit under the weather, it's no way bad enough to keep him from work. They have Brooks to find, and Sam's still only a few hours out of the water, really. He needs to keep an eye on him.* S'fine. I'll perk up once I've had me morning smoke. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 12:47 PM Post #262 |
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*Sam raises his eyebrows, but decides not to object. He isn't Gene's mother, and Gene is a responsible adult... well, an adult. If he says he's alright, and if it really is just a cold...* Alright, suit yerself. Just take it easy. *sits up, then swings his legs over the side of the bed, getting up. Time to face another day... a day he might not have experienced. Sam inhales deeply before saying* I'll go make breakfast. Anything in particular you want? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 12:58 PM Post #263 |
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*scratches his head and yawns as Sam gets up, sounding much more chipper than he ought to. Why can't Gene wake himself up too? Then there's the question of food. The thought of eating makes his stomach churn uncomfortably, a nauseous feeling settling at the base of his throat. It's entirely possible that once there's grub in front of him Gene's appetite will return - that's what he's counting on, anyway. But at the moment he can't find it in himself to be excited at the prospect of breakfast. Gene gives a non-committal shrug and turns his back on Sam, pushing himself up onto his feet and heading sluggishly towards the bathroom* Whatever you're making. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 03:24 PM Post #264 |
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... *Sam follows Gene's motions with his eyes, and he doesn't like what he sees. He'll have to make sure that Gene really does take it easy today, if he won't listen to Sam and stay home...* Okay. See you downstairs then. *Sam heads down and into the kitchen, starting to rummage through the cupboards and setting up the table. If Gene has a cold, then he probably won't have much of an appetite... So Sam makes sure to ready a big pot of tea along with slices of bread and things to put on top - something light to start off the day.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 08:50 PM Post #265 |
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*Gene splashes his face under the water, trying to get his alertness back. The cold water shocks his system, but the foggy cloud in his mind stays firm, slowing up his thoughts and making his reflexes remain sluggish. Looks like he really isn't going to wake up today, doesn't it... After scrubbing his face with a towel Gene wanders downstairs, one hand on the banister just to make sure. His legs don't feel as strong today as they usually do... Finally he makes it to the kitchen doorway, padding in and slumping down in the nearest chair. He can vaguely smell tea, but he avoids looking at the counter... He's still not hungry, and he feels like the sight of food isn't going to help the nausea that's brewing...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 08:54 PM Post #266 |
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*Sam turns around upon hearing Gene enter the kitchen, and... well, there seems to have been no improvement between Gene getting up and visiting the bathroom. Worrying. But he doesn't comment on it (yet), simply puts a mug filled with hot tea down in front of Gene. Next, he places the bread basket and topping his readied (cheese, ham, marmelade, butter) on the table, and lastly he fetches his own mug along with milk before sitting down opposite Gene. He's still quiet, but watching his partner intently.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 09:04 PM Post #267 |
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*Looks up at the tea as Sam places it down in front of him, grunting his thanks. The bread does less to enthuse him though, and he again pretends not to notice it. Distraction tactics, that's what he'll have to go with.* *leans back in his chair and takes a breath* Wonder if there's been any word at the station over Brooks. Bastard should turn up any day now. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 09:09 PM Post #268 |
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*Of course, Sam immediately notices that Gene is shunning the bread. But he still doesn't point it out, instead consciously going with Gene's distraction - all to see just how good or bad Gene really is feeling.* Mmh. *picks up a slice of bread and starts lathering it with butter* Told Phyllis to keep us up to date... *hesitates, realising something* If she tried calling at my flat... no, that doesn't make sense, she'd call you first. We'd have noticed the phone ringing, at any rate. So nothin' new so far, I suppose. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2015, 06:45 PM Post #269 |
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*grunts in acknowledgement, taking hold of his mug and drawing it close, warming his hands* Then he's still hiding somewhere... Like a bloody cockroach in the floorboards. *pouts grumpily, thinking ahead to the work he's going to have to do* Wonder if we can flush 'im out somehow. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2015, 06:52 PM Post #270 |
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Can't imagine 'im being able to hide for that long, really... *chewing on his slice of bread, Sam stares at a spot on the table, thinking. With all the information they managed to accumulate yesterday, it should be a matter of hours before they find Brooks. Someone like him wouldn't be able to hide in a strange place for long, not with his crutches and that car. It can only be a matter of time.* I'll make sure that all lines of communication are properly connected - doesn't quite seem to me as though the others 'ave got the hang of that yet... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2015, 07:49 PM Post #271 |
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*takes a deep breath in, testing the feeling in his chest. It doesn't feel tight, exactly... But his insides ache strangely* Hmm. Yeah... Work that weirdly organised magic of yours, Mary Poppins. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2015, 08:57 PM Post #272 |
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*snorts* Certainly. *glances at Gene's plate, as of yet untouched.* You not gonna eat anything? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 7 2015, 12:02 AM Post #273 |
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*looks at the plate in front of him, the bread waiting to be taken... And his stomach protests. Gene winces a little as it twinges, sends another wave of discomfort over him, spiking in his head as the beginning of a mild headache. Trying to disguise it, Gene reaches out and pushes the plate away, towards Sam.* I'll grab something at the station. Something a bit heartier than hacked up loaf and jam. *hopefully the excuse that Gene's craving fried foods will be believable...! It's a bad lie and he knows it, but it might work... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 7 2015, 07:01 AM Post #274 |
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*Sam is scrutinising Gene hard, so the little wince doesn't escape his notice. He remains silent for a few seconds, just looking at his partner. Then, he quietly says* You're not feeling well. You should stay 'ome. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 7 2015, 02:30 PM Post #275 |
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*Gene glowers down at his untouched mug of tea - he knows he's not feeling well, and that observation is exactly the kind of thing he'd hoped to avoid from Sam. They just need to get on and finish the day so they can go back to bed at the end of it.* If I stay home I can't be looking for Brooks now, can I. I know the man. And he'll be more likely to come quietly if it's a familiar face bringing 'im into the station. *flicks his eyes up to Sam's head, where he knows Brooks hit him before* Don't want a repeat of last time. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 7 2015, 02:43 PM Post #276 |
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*Sam blinks, and then heat starts creeping up his cheeks. He knows Gene probably didn't mean that as an attack against him, but it still isn't nice to keep being reminded of the mistakes he made. However, Sam does his best not to let it show, looking down at his mug.* ... guess you're right. I'm keepin' an eye on you, though. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 7 2015, 07:01 PM Post #277 |
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*Gene looks down again, realising that Sam's face has gone a little red. He didn't mean to bring it up again... Not after the outburst Sam had yesterday. But it's true... Now that Brooks is spooked, a friend talking him down probably is their best way of bringing him in without another drama. At Sam's mention of watching him, Gene snorts a little, a smirk playing about his lips briefly* Don't you always. S'hard to take your eyes off such a fine example of a man, eh. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 7 2015, 07:08 PM Post #278 |
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*Despite his worries, Sam can't help a small grin and a shake of his head.* Believe what you will. *finishes his bread, wiping his hands on a napkin afterwards.* Tell me when you're ready to go then - the sooner we wrap this case, the sooner we can be home again. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2015, 01:06 AM Post #279 |
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*Gene takes a tired breath, looking down at his tea.* S'pose there's no time like the present. *lifts the mug to take a single sip, the warm liquid settling uncomfortably in his stomach as he does. It's not much, but he doesn't really feel hungry for much else... Maybe that'll change. Still feeling like his arms and legs are limp wet noodles, Gene stands and reaches for his coat, draped over a chair.* I'm driving. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2015, 06:51 AM Post #280 |
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*Sam snorts as he gets up* No, you're not. You're not feeling well, your senses aren't alert enough. I'm drivin'. *pauses, then adds, trying to sound ironic* I won't drive us into the canal, promise. *That's it, add humour to it... And oddly, Sam feels alright at the thought of driving a car. if he takes it easy, doesn't drive too fast... And most importantly, with Gene so obviously unwell, it would be a massive risk to let him drive.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2015, 11:29 AM Post #281 |
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*Gene looks at Sam with a small amount of surprise. Sam's joking about it now... He really must be recovering. That's reassuring. And so, if Sam's going to make jokes and compromise on that front, maybe Gene should compromise on this. He is feeling shit...* If you think it'd do you good then have at it. *That's right... Make it seem as though he's doing it for Sam's benefit.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2015, 02:25 PM Post #282 |
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*Sam huffs out a laugh, looking at Gene with raised eyebrows. Do Sam good? Gene is just deflecting, Sam knows that, but it still sounds ridiculous.* *knowingly* Of course. Absolutely. *Sam walks past Gene then, patting his shoulder once in passing, then proceeds into the hallway to check on his jacket - and to his surprise finds it neatly draped over the radiator. Gene must have put it there... The thought makes him smile as he picks it up, turning and inspecting it in his hands. The jacket is dry now, finally, but... the smell is still clinging to it, Sam is sad to notice. He turns around, picking up a coat hook and using that to hang up his jacket away from the rest of their clothes. He'll have to leave it somewhere close to a window once they're home... With his jacket gone, Sam doesn't really have much else to wear over his shirt, so he starts rummaging through the other jackets, to maybe find something he could wear without looking all too ridiculous.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2015, 02:29 PM Post #283 |
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*Gene notices Sam picking up his jacket and then setting it down again - it's dry, he knows that much - but it still stinks of river. It's weird to see Sam putting down the jacket and trying to find something else to wear... That jacket is almost a part of him, now. It's a symbol of his Sam-ness. But still, it can't be helped. Gene'll give it a scrub or something when he gets home...* What's wrong, can't find your clown suit, Marjory? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2015, 03:56 PM Post #284 |
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Can't find anything. It's not really warm outside, I need... ... ... *ends up pulling out Gene's coat and holding it up and against himself.* ... something like this. *looks up at Gene with his eyebrows raised comically* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2015, 07:40 PM Post #285 |
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*Gene raises an eyebrow at the sight of the coat* You think you can pull that off? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2015, 10:46 PM Post #286 |
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*glances down* Oh, absolutely. *spreads one of the sleeves* .... if I put on a few more stone, I suppose. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2015, 10:50 PM Post #287 |
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*looks Sam up and down, trying to fight back a smile* You could do with it, Twiglet. *shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to keep them warm - and then moves through into the hall. Sam can grab the keys if he's driving.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2015, 10:58 PM Post #288 |
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*Sam openly grins back at Gene, but as he passes by him, Sam shoves the camel hair coat towards him. It hasn't escaped Sam's notice that Gene is very pale, and if this really is a cold brewing, then the last thing Sam wants for his partner is to be cold.* 'ere. Look like you need it more than I do. *And then, he indeed grabs the keys, along with a fairly plain brown-ish jacket - it'll have to do.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2015, 11:21 PM Post #289 |
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*Oh, so Sam isn't going to take his coat? Probably for the best - he'd look swamped in that all day. With a grateful grunt, Gene takes the coat and shrugs it on, closing it tight around himself.* Shame... you just gave up your chance to be fashionable, there. *gestures down at the coat - because of course to Gene, no clothing item will ever match it* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2015, 11:24 PM Post #290 |
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*smiles as he closes and locks the door behind himself* Can't always go and steal your limelight. Just giving you a chance to shine for once. *Because, obviously: Sam's leather jacket is in a completely different league from any other item of clothing. Though he has to admit, Gene's coat, worn by Gene himself... that is something else.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2015, 11:51 PM Post #291 |
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How thoughtful. *pulls the car door open and drops into the vehicle, not possessing enough strength to do it with any more finesse. Once he's settled in the seat, Gene leans forward to turn the heating dial up to full and turns the vent towards himself - just for when Sam turns the key. He still feels cold and chilled inside... Some warmth would be nice...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 12:00 AM Post #292 |
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*Sam takes his place in the driver's seat, starting up the engine and reversing out of the parking space. He keeps glancing at Gene, unable to overlook all the signs that his partner is unwell. It's frustrating and frightening - knowing that he shouldn't fuss, but unable to hold himself back, out of worry about what might happen if Gene overexerts himself..* ... you know it's absolutely fine to admit you're too sick to go into work, right? Brooks or not... we could flush 'im out without your help if need be. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 12:27 AM Post #293 |
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*giving Sam a slight glare, Gene responds in a voice that he intends to sound strong, but it comes out more like a petulant grumble* Don't be silly. I'm bringing the bastard down. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 12:39 AM Post #294 |
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*Sam can't help but sigh and roll his eyes, but he remains silent this time, not protesting. There's no point really, is there... Gene is too stubborn. So Sam concentrates on driving, keeping to the speed limits, even driving a little defensively. What happened has had more effects on him than he himself thought, it seems...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 01:04 AM Post #295 |
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*unfortunately Gene is too wrapped up in trying to ignore his own physical symptoms to really notice the change in Sam's driving. He feels sick, and while the warmth from the radiator is helping the chills, it doesn't help the tiredness he feels, nor the way his stomach seems to be sloshing around inside him. And then there's the slowly growing headache. All in all, he feels like shit. He doesn't speak as Sam drives, only staring miserably at the dashboard. Sam's probably expecting him to go straight to the canteen to pick up some breakfast. Sadly he doesn't think that'll be happening any time soon.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 10:59 AM Post #296 |
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*Sam remains quiet as well, so the journey to work passes in silence. He still glances at Gene from time to time, noting how he seems to have grown even paler. If there was a way for Sam to make Gene go back home, he would do it... but as it is, all he can do is keep an eye on his partner and make sure that he doesn't collapse. As Sam parks the Cortina in front of the station and kills the engine, he turns to Gene.* Alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 04:45 PM Post #297 |
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*At the sound of Sam turning off the engine and then asking him if he's okay, Gene wakes up out of his daydream. He blinks.* Yeah. Hunky Dory. *determined to show that he's okay, Gene shoves the door open and pushes himself out, steadying himself by holding the car afterwards. Adjusting to the vertical position, Gene blows out a slow breath. There's a low throbbing in his head, but he just needs to ignore it. Push through it and get the day over with.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 05:18 PM Post #298 |
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*Sam keeps a close eye on Gene, and when he sees how his partner hesitates for one moment, even seems to falter a little, alarm bells start to go off in his head. He gets out of the car quickly as well, but something keeps him from walking round the bonnet to get to Gene. There's snarky remarks on his tongue as well as endless question about whether or not Gene really is alright, along with the burning desire to just shove Gene back into the car and drive him home and stick him into bed. Sam does none of this. He remains silent until he's locked up the car and slowly walked around it, coming to a halt next to Gene. Then, he quietly says* You don't... have to do this for my sake, you know. You don't 'ave to pretend. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 09:11 PM Post #299 |
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Detective Chief Inspector
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*He doesn't have to pretend.... Normally that would be true. But this time... He has to. He can't let Sam know how crappy he feels. Sam's the one who got the worst out of the whole river situation, not him. He didn't even inhale that much water. He'll get over this, in a day or two. For now, they need to concentrate on the task at hand. Not Gene's silly sniffles.* Taa for the concern, Sally.... But I'm fine. Now let's get inside and start looking for a scummy bastard. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 09:18 PM Post #300 |
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*Sam regards Gene silently for a few seconds, before nodding. If that didn't do it, then... then maybe this really isn't as bad as he thinks it is.* Alright. *Sadly, what Gene doesn't seem to know is that Sam got fed antibiotics during his hospital stay, which very likely are the reason for Sam not feeling the effects of taking that plunge as much as Gene is right now. But Sam doesn't know that Gene did not get that same treatment - if he did, he would insist that much more... But as it is, he starts walking up to the station (a bit slower than he normally would), trusting that Gene will be right by his side.* |
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