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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,167 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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*Being a werewolf isn't easy. And neither is being under the thumb of a werewolf hunter. Someone who knows your secret and is only just barely holding back from tracking you down and putting a silver bullet between your eyes for the one reason that you're more valuable to him alive than dead. At the moment, anyway. And it's not like the relationship isn't mutually beneficial in some way. Even though Gene despises taking the money, he has no choice. It's live and live well with all the information he needs or die and end up someone's throw rug. It's been this way for years, between Warren and Gene. It's routine. And so far Gene's fairly sure Warren's the only one who knows. His colleagues don't. They only know that he's unavailable for evening drinks once a month because of "wife commitments", though none of them have been brave enough to point out that they haven't seen his missus in years. Sam definitely doesn't know. It'd blow his little mind,considering how he's already a little peculiar. But of course, like he always does, here's Sam bloody Tyler - his best mate, his right hand, his deputy dog - putting all of this at risk. He doesn't know the specific nature of the danger he's putting them both in, how could he. And Warren would never DO anything about it, he knows that Warren needs Gene too much. Having a DCI at your beck and call is nothing to throw away just because of some uppity little twerp rocking the boat. Right?? * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2017, 03:39 PM Post #1701 |
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*Gene struggles to push himself up as Sam does, and the helping hand doesn't go unnoticed. However much Gene wishes he didn't have to, he has to take it. He does make sure not to put any extra weight on Sam though - the man looks like a stiff breeze would have him over. Once up, Gene tries to steer Sam towards the bathroom - he needs to get out of those sweaty clothes... Wash his face... And he's sure Sam'll want to brush his teeth.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2017, 03:53 PM Post #1702 |
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*it's a strange feeling, both of them struggling to get back up to their feet. Sam's been so used to being the strong one for a while, helping Gene with everything, that the concept of needing physical help himself is almost surreal. It makes the whole situation feel unreal, and for a moment there's fear - fear that Sam will wake up after all, to a reality he can't cope living it. But the moment passes, and Gene steers him towards the bathroom like a little child. Sam lets him, reaching out to switch on the light once they're inside. He needs to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth first... so Sam takes initiative and steps over to the sink, turning up the cold tap. He'll brush his teeth as well, but first he just wants to rinse out his mouth... and after that he splashes the water into his face, beginning to wash off the spit, sweat and tears. Once that is done, Sam turns off the water, exhaling with a sigh... Then, suddenly, fear grips him again. Where's Gene? What if-- He turns around suddenly, so quickly that it makes his head spin a little, needs to see where Gene is, if he's still there--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2017, 09:01 PM Post #1703 |
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*Gene waits while Sam washes up, standing awkwardly by the doorway. He doesn't want to crowd Sam... Sneaking up on him or getting in his space right now doesn't sound like a good idea. But then Sam pauses and turns suddenly, eyes wide and searching. The reason is obvious and it breaks Gene's heart. He steps forward quickly, his arm held out a little, ready to grab onto Sam if needed, damn the stitches still in place.* Oi. Alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2017, 09:23 PM Post #1704 |
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*Sam spots Gene almost instantly, and the relief is enough to make him feel dizzy. The next moment, however, Sam feels like a complete idiot. He keeps making a fool of himself... It's a miracle that Gene hasn't started mocking him for it yet. Belatedly, Sam nods, though he can feel his face heating up slightly with embarrassment.* Y-yeah, I... *Sam trails off, not quite knowing how to finish the sentence. After everything that's been said... He doesn't quite know how to talk to Gene. Sam spilled everything... He may even have said too much. Again, the fact that Gene is still there and caring for him, instead of having gone back to sleep... it's relieving as much as it confuses Sam, especially after their argument earlier in the day. God, there's too much going on in his head, and Sam doesn't know what to do with it. He takes a breath, then looks up at Gene again, really takes in how he's standing in the bathroom now, ready to... to support him... The sight causes a surge of gratitude and worry in equal measures.* ... you, uhm... you should sit down, probably. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2017, 10:45 PM Post #1705 |
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*Gene should sit down? Probably. But the sight of Sam, face wet and drawn, looking so emotionally drained? It almost makes him want to laugh. Sam needs to focus on not collapsing again.* Probably. But not on the bathroom floor. Don't wanna add any more bruises to my already bruised arse. *He moves, gesturing hesitantly to his own bedroom. It's a risk... Sam may turn him down still. But after the night Sam's had, he has to give Sam the chance to come back into the bed he's meant to be in...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2017, 10:53 PM Post #1706 |
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*Sam watches Gene's movements closely - almost expecting him to bail. But... He doesn't. Instead he... Sam swallows hard. Gene's inviting him back into the master bedroom... He wants Sam there. Even after what happened... Sam can feel his eyes misting over again, and he quickly grabs a towel and presses it against his face. Only then does he nod, voice slightly muffled as he speaks.* I'll... I'll just have a quick shower. *Then he lifts the towel away - again embarrassment or not, he needs to see Gene's reaction...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2017, 12:01 AM Post #1707 |
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*it... It looks like Sam's saying yes...? With hope tentatively blossoming in his chest, Gene gives a curt nod.* I'll just uh... *He gestures behind him, meaning he'll leave Sam to it. And he doesn't hang around either. Though it feels like they've patched things up, Gene's still feeling guilty. For the drink, for Sam's dream... All of it. The state Sam's in now, part of that was seeing Gene die. Something Sam almost saw for real. Something Gene almost went through. It's hard not to feel that, to some extent. Gene retreats, taking a towel with him. Once in the hallway, Gene drops the towel over the vomit on the ground. He'd clean it up if he could... But to go downstairs and lug the bucket all the way up here? He just can't manage that. So the best he can do is cover it until Sam's done. In the meantime he'll just go and sit on the edge of his bed and wait. The air doesn't feel quite clean yet - Sam's probably still going to need to explain.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 22 2017, 12:13 AM Post #1708 |
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*Right... Right. This is happening. Sam takes a breath as Gene leaves the bathroom, needing a moment to gather himself. First things first... Sam hasn't forgotten about the vomit in the hallway either. He better clean that up before having a shower... It's not exactly a task he's looking forward to, but it needs to be done. Sam waits until he's sure that Gene is back in the bedroom, before leaving the bathroom himself. He knows where all the cleaning appliances are, so it isn't difficult to gather everything he needs. Cleaning up the mess itself takes around 15 minutes, and by the end of it Sam feels somewhat faint... But at least it's done now, and they don't need to worry about it anymore. Only then does Sam finally change out of his soiled pajama. He brushes his teeth quickly, then carefully steps into the shower - he's still unsteady, and he doesn't need to slip on the tiles on top of everything else. It's only once the water is running down his form that Sam realises what he's done to himself. There's a sudden burn on his abdomen, causing Sam to wince and look down... And there they are. Bloody scratches. Not actually deep, but deep enough to be nuisance. Shit... He hadn't realised it had gotten that bad... Sam doesn't stay in the shower as long as he wanted to, partially because of how the skin on his abdomen is burning... And partially because he just wants to lie down, even knowing that he probably won't be able to sleep for a while. Even knowing that Gene will want to talk... Christ, what does he even say... Sam towels himself off quickly, scrubbing over his hair as well. One last trip to the guest room, to pick up fresh pj trousers and a vest plus his pillow, and then... Then, it's time to make his way over to Gene's room. Sam does so with a strange mix of trepidation, nervousness and excitement in his heart. He makes it all the way to the doorway, before hesitating, suddenly very aware of the fact that he's clutching his pillow - what if Gene didn't mean that after all...?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2017, 01:13 AM Post #1709 |
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*Gene is left waiting for a while. A good half hour, once Sam's cleaned up the hallway, showered and gotten dressed again. And all that time, Gene sits and waits, fiddling with the pull ties on his pyjama bottoms nervously. He's not good at these things. Being open, being vocally and emotionally supportive. The thought of talking to Sam scares him, not least because of the subject matter. Sam saw him skinned, for Christ's sake. But he knows he has to try. So he sits. And waits. Until finally Sam shows up looking fresher than before but still tired and anxious, clutching his pillow like a scared child asking to sleep in its parents room tonight. And however nervous Gene is, he's not having that.* Oh finally. Better get your arse in here then, if you're staying. *Hoping that was blunt enough to disguise any nerves, Gene awkwardly begins pushing himself up the bed, ready to get under the covers.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 22 2017, 09:27 AM Post #1710 |
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*Christ, has Gene been sitting like this all this time? There's a spike of concern, but then Sam is distracted by Gene's words. They leave no room for doubt - Gene wants him there. In the bed. The thought of being this close to Gene again, after what happened during the day and especially after that hellish nightmare, causes such a strong pull of longing that Sam is a few shuffling steps into the room before he knows it. He wants this - he needs this. Just half an hour ago he was so sure that Gene was dead, that he'd never see him again... So being able to be this close to him now is like a miracle. But on the other hand... Gene will want an explanation. And Sam isn't sure if he can explain any of it. He doesn't understand why the dream was so intense. And while he does know why it happened the way it did, he can't tell how Gene will react. If he'll understand, or... Finally, Sam sits down on the bed, putting his pillow in place. He hesitates just one more time... Then he scoots up properly, until he's sitting next to Gene, shoulder to shoulder. The shower has left him a little cold, so Sam moves to pull the duvet straight up.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2017, 10:39 PM Post #1711 |
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*Gene stays quiet as Sam sits down beside him, wriggling just a little to allow the duvet to slip over him too. Sam still seems nervous - there's an energy radiating off of him that Gene can almost feel. And Gene doesn't quite know how to make it better. As Sam settles, Gene hazards a quiet question. Not a taxing one, but one he genuinely wants to know the answer to.* ... You alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 22 2017, 10:50 PM Post #1712 |
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*The silence almost settles between them, but before Sam has the chance to either get properly nervous, or slide down and pretend he wants to go straight to sleep, Gene asks his question. Sam stills. Is he alright? ... Sam doesn't even have it in himself to give a bitter laugh. Now that things are quiet again, and he's had the time to really think about what happened, he feels... weirdly empty. Weirdly, because he knows there's emotions somewhere in there, waiting to break back out. His distress isn't gone. The mere thought of not knowing where Gene is, not knowing if he's alright makes Sam's heart race with anxiety. And the thought of Gene asking more questions, uncovering everything Sam's been trying to suppress during the last couple of weeks, it's enough to nearly cut off Sam's breathing. ... but in the end, Sam can't lie to Gene, not anymore. He doesn't have the mental capacity left for that. So Sam quietly says* ... no. Not really. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 23 2017, 12:49 AM Post #1713 |
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*Sam's honesty is proof of how exhausted he is. How emotionally drained. And quite frankly, Gene's glad of Sam's answer. Any attempt at a lie would have worried him more. At least this way it seems Sam trusts him enough to actually be honest. But now what to do about it? There's a part of Gene that just wants to reach out, drag Sam in and hold him close... But his injured body won't let him, and to do that would be something terrifying in itself. Exciting but terrifying. Gene nods silently, acknowledging Sam's admission. Processing. And then he asks again, still unsure this is the right thing to offer.* .... You uh.... Wanna talk about it...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2017, 08:48 AM Post #1714 |
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*There it is... That offer. But Sam doesn't know - doesn't know whether he wants to talk about it or not. What is there to say? He doesn't want to load all of his anxieties onto Gene, not when he's been through worse things. All Sam had was a traumatising nightmare... None of what he saw happened. For Gene, it was agonising near-reality... Sam takes a breath, knowing that he'll have to give an answer... After everything that's happened, he doesn't want to leave Gene hanging. So he makes his best attempt at an honest answer.* ... I... Don't know where to start. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 23 2017, 08:56 PM Post #1715 |
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*Gene chews his lip and stares across the room as Sam answers. He's right, where do they even start? There's so much. Sam's revealed so much already, but there's so much still to say. And does Gene really want to hear it? He hasn't even considered that. But no... He has to.* ... The beginning sounds like a good idea to me...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2017, 09:06 PM Post #1716 |
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*Sam gives a small bemused huff at that. What even is the beginning in this whole mess? The beginning of his dream? The beginning of what Sam is feeling for Gene? Both of those, Sam is scared to reveal, despite knowing that, in his grief earlier, he already said so much. Gene must be talking about the dream. Sam supposes it's only fair - it was mostly about him, after all. A version of events where Gene didn't make it... And why...? Sam remains silent for a little while, forcing himself to think back. It isn't exactly easy - real and imagined memories are mingling with each other, and Sam has to think hard. Finally, he murmurs* ... Joni didn't show up. After... You changed. ... W... *Sam's throat closes up; he can't say the name, he can't... Not without seeing his sick grin, or feeling his hands ghosting over Sam's body... Sam closes his eyes briefly, one hand reflexively pressing against his abdomen.* ... He just... Carried on with his plan. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 24 2017, 12:00 AM Post #1717 |
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*So Joni never showed up. Makes sense. Gene was surprised to realise it was her who intervened in the first place. His thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of his blanket moving. And when he looks down, he sees it again - Sam, touching his abdomen. Why would he--? But then Gene remembers. While he was strung up, Warren was taunting Sam. Had him tied to a chair. Things are hazy, and Gene can barely trust his own addled memories... He was losing blood, in shock... He can't trust what he saw... ... But he does seem to remember Warren leering over Sam. Blocking his view. Moving about, paying attention to something... Being distracted... And the ball drops. Gene thinks he knows what was happening. Or what was about to happen. Voice thin, Gene hesitantly tries to get the next question out.* His plan... His plan to... *He can't say it. But Sam'll know what he means.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 24 2017, 08:53 AM Post #1718 |
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*His plan to... Sam tenses, his hand pressing down harder, while his other arm comes round until Sam is practically hugging himself. Gene doesn't know. Gene didn't see. And even though Sam blurted out what happened during the dream earlier, he can't say it now. Even thinking about it makes the sensations come back - his lap drenched in blood, sticking everywhere... But that didn't happen. Warren didn't go that far - and yet, when Sam thinks about it now, memories and dream seem to become one thing. But he can't say it, he can't... he can't...! This is about Gene, Gene had it worse, he nearly died - Sam can't make this about himself...! And he can't bear to think of what Gene would say, knowing what-- what Warren forced from him... just how easily he got into his head. Even though Sam is still aware of the fact that Gene is asking about the dream - next, he'll want to know what really happened... So before he knows it, Sam repeats through clenched teeth the mantra he's been telling himself for the last few weeks, whenever the itch got too strong to bear--* N-nothing 'appened. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 24 2017, 02:23 PM Post #1719 |
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*Gene frowns, his gaze flicking back to Sam's face. That definitely isn't 'nothing'. Sam is terrible at lying - his whole manner changes. He seizes up. Tries too hard. Speaks with too much force, as though he's having to pummel the truth out of the way first. Sam said Warren-- .... He said Warren.... Raped him... The thought makes Gene feel absolutely sick. It didn't happen, thank god... But for Sam to dream it, there must have been a trigger. And with the memories now coming back to him, Warren hunched over Sam, Sam's pleading voice... No, this isn't 'nothing'.* S'not what you said before. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 24 2017, 02:52 PM Post #1720 |
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*Sam inhales sharply, his posture stiffening further. Gene wants to know... he isn't going to let it go. But why...!? Why does he want to know!? To Sam's addled mind, the intimacy of the last weeks means nothing in the face of what happened - and what he dreamed. If Gene realises that Warren would have had Sam, that he'd already begun to coax him to place he never, ever wanted to go... Begun to draw something from him he'd only dreamed of doing with one man. *the words force themselves out again, more vehement this time* I-it was just a... a dream. It didn't h-happen. *But then, despair bubbling up again, another word slips from Sam's lips before he can stop it, soft and on the verge of breaking* Please... *Please don't ask anymore... don't dig any further...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 24 2017, 05:28 PM Post #1721 |
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*It's clear that Sam really doesn't want to talk about it... But Gene can't let it go, not now. He knows Sam well enough by now. And it's obvious that holding it in hasn't done him any good so far. If it's gotten to this point, with Sam having scratched his abdomen raw and thrown up due to a nightmare? Something needs to be done.* But something happened! Don't tell me everything's peachy. I barely remember what happened beyond a certain point. But I do remember seein' him... on you. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 24 2017, 05:45 PM Post #1722 |
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*Sam freezes entirely at Gene's words, colour draining from his face. ... so he... so he saw. He may not have seen everything - Sam remembers that Warren was blocking his view - but... with how he's digging, and with the information Sam's already given him... he's a detective, and it really isn't hard to put two and two together in this case. Sam had thought that after the nightmare, he wouldn't be capable of feeling intense emotions again for the rest of the night, but now he can feel ice pooling in his stomach, while his chest grows tighter by the second. Even now, Warren manages to influence the both of them... even though Sam had sworn that he'd never bow to that man's power... ... damage limitation. That is what he has to do now. Tell Gene, and hope... hope that he won't throw Sam out of the bed again. That he'll still want to... The silence has been stretching between them, but finally, Sam takes a shallow breath, and mutters* ... ... ... he... h-he touched me. *The hand on his stomach clenches, nails digging into the vest, into the skin beneath.* Said he'd... a-as you were dying...... *Sam's lips move soundlessly for a moment before he shakes himself out of it, squeezing his eyes shut. He can't finish that sentence. But he hurries to add* H-he stopped when you-- when you changed. And th-then Joni got him before... ... ... *Before he really could go through with it. Jesus, Sam realises only now just how much he himself owes her as well. If things really had played out the way they did in his dream...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 25 2017, 01:09 AM Post #1723 |
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*Hearing the words... It means it was true. It means Warren really did start to--! Threatened to carry on and...! Gene's muscles tense, his teeth pressing together hard. How dare he. How dare he lay a stinking finger on Sam. How dare he! What happened to Gene, however horrific and traumatising it was, he'd known it was coming. Or at least, he'd known it was a possibility. But Sam... How could he have seen this coming? Any of it. A fierce protectiveness swells inside of him. A surge of anger and of guilt. Regret. Because if it wasn't for him and the wolf, Warren would have never had the chance to even think about doing that to Sam... Voice low and tense with fury, Gene growls.* ... Sick... Sick bastard...! I'm gonna... I'm gonna kill 'im...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2017, 08:28 AM Post #1724 |
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*Sam winces at the intensity of Gene's words, despite how low they are. He's directing his anger at Warren... that's... that's good... ... but then why does Sam feel so forlorn...? The icy feeling in his stomach is still there, anxiety coiling in his chest. He doesn't even know what to say to that... So Sam just stares at his lap, trying not to see the blood, the semen... trying to shrug off the sensation of something very heavy and wet pressing down on his shoulders... He knows he should say something, reassure Gene that he's alright, nothing happened, thank him for his concern, but the words don't come.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 25 2017, 12:16 PM Post #1725 |
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*Sam says nothing... And for once Gene can't tell exactly what's going on in his head. And it scares him. The rage bubbling away inside him turns into concern - worry, beating away in his chest. This has rattled Sam hard. It may not have happened... But the threat was there. And along with the dream, how that played out... The pelt and his... His heart... He drops his head with a whisper.* Christ.... *a sigh, then he looks at Sam again. Studies his posture, his face... * I... I'm sorry, Sam. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2017, 12:38 PM Post #1726 |
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*Silence settled between them, and Sam can feel Gene shifting slightly... Then, that apology. It finally makes Sam look over at Gene, meeting his gaze. He looks... genuinely sorry. Concerned. ... no sign of disgust - at least not for Sam. He isn't judging... isn't wondering how in the dream, Warren managed to draw a release from him. The thought alleviates some of the pressure on Sam's chest, makes the phantom sensations back away a bit. Sam looks down again with a little nod, and there's a bit more conviction in his voice than there was before.* ... we got lucky. It was just... just a dream. *Just a dream... He needs to remember that. None of those things happened. Gene is here, next to him, and he wants him there... he's worried for Sam. He cares. Slowly, the knots in his stomach start to unwind.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 25 2017, 09:42 PM Post #1727 |
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Mmhh. *It's true... It didn't happen. They were lucky. It doesn't feel like it, with all the pain they've both been through.... But they need to think of what could have been. And concentrate on what didn't happen. He's here, Sam's here... They have each other. Gene smiles slightly, sadly.* Still. Could've been luckier. I could've been Superman rather than a werewolf. Think that would 'ave solved a few problems! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2017, 10:03 PM Post #1728 |
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*Sadly, Sam misses the little smile... but hearing Gene's voice relax a little is enough, and he huffs a little in response. And then there's that... The fact that Warren had it in for Gene the way he did because he's a werewolf. Because of his fur. Sam remembers it clearly, the blond-golden colour... and how soft it felt under his hands and against his skin. Eager to get his mind off the constant reminders of that nightmare, eager to keep himself where he currently is, Sam quietly says* ... you said you only remember things up to a certain point... ... *he pauses, searching for the right words* Do you remember... spending the night in the... the basement? Before you feel asleep? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 25 2017, 11:01 PM Post #1729 |
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*The fact that Sam's moving on and changing the subject... That's a good sign. Though what Sam's asking Gene to consider... To remember... It's hard. His face creases as he tries to think back and remember...* S'fuzzy... I've got pictures, sounds... Flashes. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2017, 11:08 PM Post #1730 |
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*Sam looks over at Gene, watching the other as he tries to remember. ... He doesn't quite know how to feel about the answer. He had... He had hoped that Gene remembered clearly what transpired between them, how close they had been in those hours. Despite everything... Sam had never felt safer than with the big Wolf curled around him, pressed against his body - actively seeking contact. If Gene had remembered all that... Sam would be feeling more hopeful now. That there would be a chance that at least something truly good might bloom from all this misery... On the other hand, there's relief. It was a horrible night, waiting for Gene to change back, not knowing whether he would live to see something other than the cold concrete of that basement... All in all, Gene probably doesn't realise what exactly happened... And Sam is in no state to ask about it any further. Gene is unpredictable at best, and the recent events have added a whole new twist to everything. So Sam averts his gaze - but he's too exhausted to try and conceal the disappointment in his tired voice.* ... Probably for the best. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 26 2017, 12:25 AM Post #1731 |
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*There seems to be some disappointment in Sam's voice when he answers. Like he was hoping for something else. He thought maybe Sam would be grateful that Gene couldn't remember much... But then again, the night was traumatic for Sam too. And if Gene doesn't remember it, it's almost like Sam went through it on his own... After a pause, Gene offers up another answer. Something that'll hopefully give Sam a little more clarity...* Just 'cos I don't remember all of it don't mean I can't remember any of it. *He frowns again, fishing through the foggy images in his head - the feelings he can remember. There was pain - a LOT of pain... Burning, shivering... His insides were on fire. He could taste blood. Blood and metal. Could feel the cold ground under him... The warm hands gently carding through his fur... The soft, anxious voice soothing him as he shook in agony... Quietly, Gene murmurs.* .... You... held me... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 26 2017, 08:33 AM Post #1732 |
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*Genes words make Sam glance over at him once more. Is he going to try and...? The thought makes Sam's heart beat a little harder. Gene remembers that. And... he doesn't seem to mind... Sam hadn't thought it possible, but through the slowly unwinding coils of anxiety, through the growing exhaustion and need to sleep, the faintest feeling of... of hope sparks up. That Gene really didn't mean what he said in the morning... and..... Sam realises that he's about to hold his breath, and exhales carefully. Only then does he find his voice, and it's just as quiet as Gene's.* ... yeah. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 26 2017, 09:40 PM Post #1733 |
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*Gene swallows, knowing there's more that he should say. More that he wants to say. But if he says any more, what's Sam going to think? That he's soft? He's spent so long feeling so vulnerable, to purposefully reveal more of that feels unnatural.... Risky... But this is Sam. Sam makes him feel safe. Makes him feel comfortable. And Sam deserves to know how much of an impact he had. And is still having. Quietly, Gene half-whispers,* ..... Don't think I ever thanked you for that... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 26 2017, 10:00 PM Post #1734 |
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*Tension begins to build within Sam again as the silence stretches on - but it's a different kind. Less threatening... it's more of a kind of anticipation. And then, despite everything, Sam faintly feels heat rising to his cheeks. He wants to reach out and take Gene's hand, at the very least... Stroke through his hair, pull him close... just be close, as close as he possibly can. But he can't... not yet. Not with the remnants of the dream still thrumming through him, still occupying Sam's mind, despite the fact that he's begun to calm down. He'll need time to build himself up again, to shake off the horror, the shame, the feeling of utter desolation... it's still all there, lurking at the back of his mind... Sam's lips twitch with the hint of a smile. He knows what he's about to say is going to sound corny, but he can't bring himself to care about that. It's the truth.* You did. You survived. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 27 2017, 12:54 AM Post #1735 |
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*Gene feels a pang of something in his chest with Sam's answer. His cheeks may be heating up, he can't tell. Sam's really this glad Gene made it. And not just because he'd be left with a mess to clear up if he hadn't. Sam really cares, and just how much is finally starting to hit him. As well as the fact that he feels that care too. He fidgets, unsure of how to respond. But eventually he manages with a wry twitch of the lips.* You soft sod. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 27 2017, 09:27 AM Post #1736 |
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Hm. *It's a small huff that escapes Sam, tension seeping out of him again. This is the best response he could've hoped for, given the circumstances... He's revealed so much to Gene tonight - he wonders where Gene even realises just how much Sam has revealed - that he's grateful for anything that indicates that they're alright... that Gene isn't judging him. ... that maybe, he feels something similar... Sam shifts slightly, leaning back against the headboard. He chews on the words for a moment, then decides it's alright - he can say this. Anything to get rid of those images... So Sam murmurs with a hint of amusement in his voice* You're one to talk. Y'were like a big soft teddy bear. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 27 2017, 11:04 PM Post #1737 |
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*If Gene were sure it wouldn't cause him pain, he'd reach out and give Sam a light smack for that. But as it is, he just suppresses a laugh and pouts instead.* A grizzly, I think you mean. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 27 2017, 11:09 PM Post #1738 |
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*Something in Gene's voice draws a real smile to Sam's lips.* Whatever makes you happy. *He closes his eyes for a little while, simply enjoying the moment. It seems that they've both relaxed... Sam certainly has. He still feels too alert to sleep... But the thought of lying awake next to Gene isn't such a bad one. He can live with that. And speaking of which... he doesn't want to keep Gene up any longer.* ... was there anything else you wanted to talk about? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 27 2017, 11:16 PM Post #1739 |
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*Gene closes his eyes too, feeling safe in that Sam's next to him. The warmth travelling across the sheets, the soft, relaxed breathing so different to the distressed gasps of earlier. It almost feels like the events of the morning never happened. Though speaking of... He probably shouldnt let Sam sleep without saying something... It hurts to admit he was wrong, but... With everything that's happened...* Actually, uhm... *Gene clears his throat, opening his eyes again and frowning down at his lap. His words are stilted and slow as he tries to figure out how to word this.* ... What 'appened this morning... I'm uh... M' sorry. 'Bout that. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 27 2017, 11:22 PM Post #1740 |
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*Sam opens his eyes again and glances over at Gene, somewhat surprised at his fidgeting. What...? Oh. Sam blinks - it's not that he had forgotten about what happened in the morning, but... he'd resigned himself to them simply not talking about it. Gene's already shown him that he didn't mean it... ... though Sam has to admit that hearing the words feels good. It lifts an additional little weight off his chest. So he honestly says* S'alright. *Sam hesitates, then adds with a tiny hint of cheek* ... I puked on your carpet, so we're even. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 28 2017, 06:19 PM Post #1741 |
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*Gene pauses, considering whether his next joke is in bad taste or not. But eventually he gives in.* One glass of scotch to one whole stomach of barf? Think I'm owed one more sip! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 28 2017, 06:29 PM Post #1742 |
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*At this, Sam raises his eyebrows.* Not for a while you're not. *He won't budge on this!* Don't think I didn't notice your grimacing. *he pointedly looks down to Gene's belly.* I know you can hold your drink, but an empty stomach together with the painkillers you're on? That'd floor anyone. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 29 2017, 01:21 AM Post #1743 |
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*Gene rolls his eyes. Sam's right, of course - but a bit of good-natured teasing won't hurt. In fact, it's comforting to be able to have a laugh. To forget everything for a moment and pretend they're both back in time before anything even happened, having good natured digs at each other.* Then I must be exceptional, 'cos I managed to stay off the floor all day! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 29 2017, 06:32 PM Post #1744 |
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*Sam just looks away and shakes his head, but he feels the same as Gene - this is different from how they exploded in the morning. For all his current insecurities, Sam can tell that Gene knows what he did wasn't good for him. And he did admit earlier that he was wrong, so... Sam can let it go. Though he does have to have the last word.* Great, well done. Let's not repeat that particular experiment though, please. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 29 2017, 11:43 PM Post #1745 |
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*Gene sighs for effect. He had no plans to, but it won't do any harm to keep Sam on his toes and distracted from the dream for just a little longer.* Fine, fine. I'll stick to the sodding water. M'surprised I'm not made of the stuff, the amount of liquid I've been showing down my neck! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 30 2017, 09:08 AM Post #1746 |
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*Sam is about to shimmy downwards in order to lie down properly, but he pauses for a moment.* ... you are, actually. 60% of the human body consists of water. Now, how about some shut-eye? *Sam knows he won't be able to sleep for a while... but there's no need to keep Gene up as well.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 31 2017, 12:29 AM Post #1747 |
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*Gene ignores that fact. He knows it's true, but there's no need to make Sam feel smug!* Yeah, S'pose we'd better. Gonna be wrecks in the morning eh. *Sobering up a moment, Gene looks Sam up and down.* .... You gonna be okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 31 2017, 09:26 AM Post #1748 |
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Mmh. Good thing we don't have anywhere to be. *Sam turns as he adjusts himself to lie down, just in time to catch Gene's look. The honesty he sees there and hears in Gene's voice makes him hesitate for a moment, acutely aware of how open and vulnerable he's unwittingly presented himself. Not even when Sam was recovering from the scars on his face did he feel like that... Sam puts his head down on the pillow before responding, making sure that he's lying comfortably - facing Gene. His stomach feels alright, and there's just a slight feeling of fuzziness in his head... he'll be fine.* ... yeah. Should be. *a weak, somewhat insecure smile tugs at Sam's lips for moment* I'll try not to wake you up again. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 31 2017, 07:22 PM Post #1749 |
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*that rings alarm bells for Gene, and he opens his eyes again promptly.* Oi. You have another nightmare you wake me up. That's an order. *He can't have Sam get to that state again... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 31 2017, 07:27 PM Post #1750 |
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*Sam blinks, momentarily surprised by the intensity of Gene's words. He... he hadn't expected that. Though maybe he should have. Finally, Sam nods - a small motion, showing that he's still slightly shell-shocked.* ... okay. |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 1 2017, 12:21 AM Post #1751 |
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*Gene can tell that Sam's surprised by his insistence... But he's not going to take it back. After everything Sam's done for him, a bit of disturbed sleep is nothing. It's not even like he was really sleeping anyway. The surprise seems welcome, at least... Sam's accepted it without argument. And that's good. Gene needed to hear that. That Sam won't suffer in silence. Gene responds with a small nod, shuffling just a little to get comfy. He can't fully lie down yet, so this is as far as he'll get. Good enough, though - so he closes his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. He doubts he'll be able to sleep immediately... Not until he hears Sam sleeping peacefully beside him.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 1 2017, 08:49 AM Post #1752 |
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*Gene settles down... So that's it. They're back together, in the same bed. It should be surreal, and to some extent it is... Though Sam knows that this feeling is a remnant of the dream. There's still a small part of him that's sat there in trepidation, waiting for everything to fade away and leave him in a different reality. The bedside light is still on, so Sam levers himself up one more time, and carefully leans over Gene to reach the switch. A click, and the room is cast in twilight. Sam settles down again, doing his best not to jostle Gene. Much like Gene, it takes Sam a long time to fall asleep. His eyes open every so often, needing to check whether Gene really is still there - even when he can hear the sound of his breathing. And there's also fear... that the nightmare will come back. Sam can't go through this, not again. Just thinking of the intense horror, the grief, is enough to make his eyes burn. Even knowing that Gene is there, that he'll notice it should Sam have another nightmare... Sam can't risk it. Despite all that, though, Sam is content to just lie there and listen to Gene's breathing. To feel his bulk, to know that he's there. It's almost as though it's the wolf that's lying curled up next to him... and the duvet could be its tail... As the hours pass, the strange fuzzy feeling in Sam's head grows a bit stronger. He chalks it down to being overly tired. And finally, the sky outside gradually brightening, Sam gives in, his body relaxing as he falls asleep. Usually it's Sam who gets up long before Gene does... but today, it will probably be different. Sam isn't just tired - by the time the morning's progressed, there's a slight flush to his cheeks, his skin slightly hotter than normal.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 1 2017, 08:17 PM Post #1753 |
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*Gene listens to Sam's breathing, allows it to slowly lull him off to sleep. And now, with Sam beside him, it's possible. With a heart warmer for having Sam near, Gene slips into sleep. When he wakes up, he's surprised to still feel that warm weight next to him. Sam's usually up and about by the time he wakes up... What the...? Maybe it was just the nightmare...? But still... That's unusual. With a grunt, Gene turns his head and blinks hazily down at Sam. And he frowns. There's a flush in his cheeks... That's new... Gene would expect the opposite, after the night Sam's had. He's not going to wake Sam up... Gene slowly and painfully shuffles with as little disturbance as possible, edging himself out of bed. A few long minutes later, Gene's placing a half full glass of water on the nightstand beside Sam.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 1 2017, 08:27 PM Post #1754 |
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*It's when Gene gets out of the bed that Sam slowly resurfaces. For an indefinable amount of time, he feels like he's floating, his head full of cotton wool... Then, muted footsteps... a quiet clink... Sam inhales sharply and shifts, squeezing his eyes shut further than they already are before blinking them open. He can't place where he is - everything is a little brighter than it should be, and... and something is missing... ... someone.... Voice thick with sleep, Sam mumbles* ... Gene...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 1 2017, 11:39 PM Post #1755 |
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*As Gene places the glass down, he sees Sam shift slightly. And from half-under the duvet, he hears his name uttered groggily. Ahh, he's awake...* Yeah, I'm 'ere. Don't go projectile vomiting this time, I'm alive. *gritting his teeth, Gene levers himself down onto the bed, sitting at Sam's side. The flush still seems to be on Sam's cheeks, and Gene can't help feeling concerned.* You alive? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 1 2017, 11:44 PM Post #1756 |
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*Sadly, Gene's humour is entirely lost on Sam. He turns around with some difficulty, limbs sluggish, then blinks several times as he tries to focus in Gene against the bright light. Alive... That's right, Sam had a nightmare... Ended up in the big bed after that... Couldn't sleep..... Sam blinks again, squinting up at Gene. God, he feels tired... And there's a faint feeling of pressure behind his eyes...* Mmh.... Time's it...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 2 2017, 12:20 AM Post #1757 |
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Half ten. You've been sleeping like a dead man marinated in NightNurse. *Gene reaches slowly, biting his lip - and picks up the glass again, offering it out to Sam.* You'll probably be wanting this. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 2 2017, 10:25 AM Post #1758 |
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Half.... *Sam blinks again, momentarily not understanding the full implication. Then, suddenly, it catches up to him, and he gives a groan.* Oh bloody... *Realising that Gene holding out the glass to him is probably causing him pain, Sam hurries to push himself up, though he closes his eyes again for a moment, giving a sound of discomfort at a flash of dizziness. Christ but he feels rough...* ... ta... *Finally, he's able to take the glass from Gene - his throat feels absolutely parched, and the water going down feels like a small piece of paradise. However, it fails to do anything about the fuzziness in his head... Sam puts the glass down on the nightstand and begins to disentangle himself from the duvet somewhat clumsily.* You must be starving... I'll go make breakfast... |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 2 2017, 07:26 PM Post #1759 |
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*Gene watches while Sam drinks, his Adam's apple bobbing along with the liquid. After a moment he realises he's staring and breaks off, looking down at his lap instead. The temptation is there to look back up, but Gene isn't really quite sure why he's staring at all. He does look back up once Sam starts to untangle himself from the blankets though.* You sure you're not gonna drop dead or something? Y'don't look that pretty right now. *It's a joke, but Gene doesn't mean it. It's not lack of pretty he's worried about, but the slight pallor of Sam's skin...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 2 2017, 07:33 PM Post #1760 |
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*Sam huffs somewhat humourlessly - he doesn't feel "that pretty" right now. He'd rather continue sleeping. But knowing how late it is, together with the fact that Gene is unable to make any substantial kind of foods for himself right now, drives Sam to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and pressing his fingers against them for a moment.* M'fine...... I mean, I will be. M'just... tired. *That must be it... he didn't get much sleep after all, and he threw up during the night... that's bound to leave anyone feeling rough the next morning... Finally, Sam looks up again, seeing Gene clearly for the first time this morning. He looks... he looks worried. Sam's heart does an odd thing at this realisation - it seems to both sink and do an excited flutter at the same time. To distract Gene (and himself) from what he thinks is a creeping blush, Sam says* I'll just... stop by the bathroom for a bit, then I'll be in the kitchen - d'you wanna go down as well...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 3 2017, 01:24 AM Post #1761 |
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*Gene doesn't miss that creeping blush - he's already looked up at Sam again, unable to keep his gaze averted for too long. And the flush of pink - he can't tell if that's a remnant of the redness in Sam's cheeks from earlier or if he's... Is he blushing....?* Uhh... Yeah, may as well. I'll wait downstairs. Stare at the kettle, see if it'll refill itself! |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 3 2017, 08:45 AM Post #1762 |
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*Sam nods, grateful that Gene is going along with this instead of teasing him over how his face is flushed.* I'll be down in a few minutes. *Lately Gene has insisted on making a few trips up and down the stairs during the day by himself, so Sam doesn't think twice as he finally levers himself up and out of bed. For a moment, his head feels very light, and Sam hesitates, taking a breath. Right, this is... this is strange. Sleep deprivation and throwing up during the night or not, he shouldn't be feeling this much like a train wreck... If this keeps up, he'll have to lie down again after making breakfast for Gene. He still needs so much help around the house, Sam can't afford to be ill and leave Gene to his devices...! Without looking back, Sam makes his way to the bathroom. His first stop is the sink, filling it with water and then sticking his head right in. The cold water on his skin feels like heaven, but as Sam straightens up again, he feels a rush of dizziness that makes him grip onto the edge of the sink for a few seconds. And now that he's slightly more awake, Sam realises as he dries his face... there's a heat to his skin that isn't normal. Shit... has he got a fever...? Sam gives a silent groan, pressing his face into the towel. Is this a remnant of the night...? Whatever it is, he'll have to ignore it for now... Finishing up in the bathroom quickly, Sam doesn't bother to change out of his pajamas before making his way downstairs, his damp hair sticking up here and there as he enters the kitchen.* Right - how does porridge sound? *Gene's only had soups for every single meal so far - but if he feels up to it, Sam will make him a gentle porridge to start getting his stomach used to slightly more solid food again...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 3 2017, 06:03 PM Post #1763 |
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*Gene can't help but worry as he makes his way past the bathroom and the sound of running water. After seeing Sam the way he was last night, he's concerned that maybe Sam still hasn't really recovered from that nightmare. But he can't do anything yet. He'll have to let Sam get on with washing and just hope he's a little better when he comes downstairs. So, with both hands gripping the bannisters as hard as they can, Gene edges his way down to the ground floor. By the time Sam's out of the bathroom, Gene's already settled himself in a chair in the kitchen. They've been keeping his painkillers down low for access, so he's also managed to arrange those on the kitchen counter (though undoing the child-proof lids isn't within his ability yet). The sight of Sam's sticking up hair makes his heart skip a beat. The man does look marginally better, but with his tousled and damp hair like that, Gene's concern seems to suddenly switch into an internal 'awwww!'. There's no time to react though. Something else attracts his attention.* Porridge? That code for 'more damn soup', or d'you really mean porridge?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 3 2017, 10:32 PM Post #1764 |
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*Gene's genuine excitement makes Sam smile, despite everything.* Porridge means porridge. *As he moves further into the kitchen, Sam picks up the painkiller bottles and unscrews them, leaving them open for Gene to extract the pills.* Any special wishes for ingredients? Apart from booze? *As he speaks, Sam opens the cupboard and begins to lay out what he needs, trying to ignore the constant light-headedness. He'll be able to sit down in a moment... It'll be fine... Sam blinks hard, but it doesn't do much to relieve the pressure behind his eyes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 4 2017, 12:03 AM Post #1765 |
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*Oh god, real food... Solid(ish) food... Suddenly Gene can't tell if the butterflies in his stomach are excitement or nerves. He's been confident with digesting liquids, but knowing what his stomach's been through... All the stitching, the damage that's been repaired... He can't help but feel a little apprehension along with the eagerness.* Just bung whatever in. Something with sugar. Chocolate? *sugar, oh God sugar... For the moment, Gene's too focused on the feeling of his insides to really notice Sam's concealed light-headedness* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 4 2017, 12:10 AM Post #1766 |
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Hmm... I'll put sugar in. *glances back at Gene apologetically* I'm not sure chocolate would go down too well yet... but I'll see what I can do. *Setting up the porridge is a matter of minutes. Sam adds less oats and more milk than usual, to make sure it won't be too hard for Gene to digest. And, hopefully to Gene's delight, Sam manages to crush up a few pieces of chocolate small enough to add them as well - it will melt and mix in well with the rest. Cinnamon, a mashed up banana, some more milk... and then, all they can do is wait. Sam pops a slice of bread into the toaster for himself - he isn't up for anything more this morning... Next, he puts the kettle on, waiting for the water to boil. Once two mugs are filled with water and each of their teas are brewing (both of them herbal infusions), Sam places them on the table and finally sits down as well, letting out a sigh of relief. He's not been standing up for long, but he can physically feel the toll its taken on him... And Sam can't help himself, he rests his forehead in his hands for a few moments, squeezing his eyes shut. There's no mistaking it... he's running a temperature. Bloody hell, just what they need...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 4 2017, 11:26 PM Post #1767 |
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*Gene can just about see what Sam's doing from where he's sitting, and watching the banana go in along with some small chunks of chocolate gives him another rush of nerves and excitement. In a way it's a miracle he's able to work up to solids at all... That bullet stayed in his stomach for any longer and he wouldn't even be alive, let alone able to eventually get back onto a normal diet. He could have been confines to liquids his entire life.... Or worse... And now here he is about to attempt something that isn't almost completely liquid. The feeling's hard to describe. As it has been for the last few weeks though, Gene can't keep his eyes off Sam for long. And what he sees worries him all over again.* 'Ey. Something's up with you, don't pretend it isn't. I've seen you hobbling around like a leper with your face hanging off before, so I know what an off-colour Sam Tyler looks like. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 4 2017, 11:37 PM Post #1768 |
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*The sound of Gene's voice makes Sam look up, the slight burn behind his eyes intensifying at the sudden rush of light. Sam blinks and squints, and he follows his first impulse as he mumbles* M'not... *"Pretending", he wants to say, but then Sam just sighs and shakes his head. Gene is right, of course. It's not like Sam was planning to keep it from Gene, but the man's words just hammer it home. After everything that's happened - Sam's attack, Gene's abduction and torture, the last couple weeks, and now the scene during the night... The two of them have moved well past any kind of pretense. For the first time in a very long time, Sam tentatively releases the hold he's tried to keep on himself. Needing to be strong and in control. It had seemed so important, even - or especially - when he was flung into this world that he can't believe is just a coma dream anymore, to keep a tight grasp on himself, to stay on top. It was Gene in particular who had made him want to be the picture of self control. And it was Gene who always encouraged him to let go - like he did just now, with a few quick and disarming words. Sam exhales, staring down at the table top through slightly drooping eyes.* ... I'm running a bit of a temperature, I think. Not sure why. |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 4 2017, 11:45 PM Post #1769 |
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*a temperature? Shit, Sam's sick? Gene frowns and leans just a little, squinting at Sam's face as if he'll he able to tell.* Hmm. *Sam's probably been running himself into the ground... And maybe that's partly Gene's fault. Entirely, perhaps. With his body still expending a massive amount of energy to heal, Gene's been unable to do much at all, leaving Sam to do everything. Dammit. And then another thought comes to him. If Sam's sick, it's possible Gene could catch it. And if whatever this is comes with throwing up, like last night... No, he can't worry about that. Sam needs to get some rest, clearly.* Then what're you doing down here making breakfast!? After you've had that tea you're getting your arse back into bed. Can't have one of us almost die for the other one to drop dead of exertion... |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 5 2017, 12:07 AM Post #1770 |
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*Sam raises his eyebrow a tiny bit in response, glancing up and over at Gene.* I'm making breakfast so that you don't starve. *However... Sam understands and appreciate the sentiment. Gene is clearly worried about him, and the thought makes his stomach flutter. And... And Gene is very close to him right now, Sam suddenly realises. Their noses are just inches apart... The clear ding of the toaster pulls Sam back into reality, and he pushes himself up, half grateful and half disgruntled over the interruption. Still - he needs to try and eat at least that slice of toast... Otherwise he'll collapse before he can even make it to bed...* I'll lie down right after, don't worry. *Sam returns to the table, quickly throwing the slice of toast onto his plate before sitting down heavily.* Bit of a nap should sort me out. *He tries to smile, but a rush of light-headedness turns it into a grimace instead. He definitely needs that nap... Sam feels like he could sleep for years - if that sleep doesn't get interrupted by more nightmares...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 5 2017, 03:18 PM Post #1771 |
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*Gene doesn't quite trust Sam on that one. He's just woken up from a long sleep, a nap isn't going to magically 'sort Sam out'.* Bit of a nap? You make sure you stay in bed. M'not gonna starve, there's snacks about. *He reaches for his tea, pulling it towards himself and wrapping his hands around it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 5 2017, 03:24 PM Post #1772 |
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Yeah, but you're not allowed to eat any of them. And-- *Sam takes a somewhat unenthusiastic bite off his toast, chewing it longer than necessary.* -- I'm supposed to be looking after you. So I'll try and sleep this off, but you wake me up for lunch and dinner, and whenever you need anything, alright? *Hopefully this really is just the consequence of a marginally restful night... Hopefully it isn't anything more.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 5 2017, 07:01 PM Post #1773 |
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*Sam's supposed to be looking after him.... But Gene needs to look after Sam as well.* Hmph. Fine. I'll wake you up. But you're on bed rest now. I get to shove you back in if you try to wiggle out of it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 5 2017, 07:23 PM Post #1774 |
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*Sam's lips twitch into a small smile, and he half-sardonically mumbles* Yes, Guv. *before taking another bite of his toast. If his stomach takes it well, then maybe he can combat the fever with a paracetamol... and a few hours' napping should do the trick. Whatever Gene might be saying, after the night they spent, and even the day before that, Sam's urge to look after him is stronger than ever. Changing the topic, Sam asks* Did you manage to sleep alright in the end? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 6 2017, 03:45 PM Post #1775 |
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*Gene takes a stiff sip of his tea, content that he's been able to get that answer out of Sam. And then Sam asks about his sleep. And part of him wants to tell the truth and say that until Sam had gotten into his bed he'd not slept at all. But there's no use in that now really... Sam doesn't need to know that.* Yeah, like a log. Nothin' like a great snuffling lump lying next to you to sniffle you off to sleep! *he places the mug down and then looks down at his porridge. Time to try something semi-solid, then... Tentitively he picks up the spoon.* You? No more nightmares? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 6 2017, 04:13 PM Post #1776 |
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*Despite the teasing, Sam is glad - unaware of the fact that Gene hadn't been sleeping at all until the incident, he's happy to hear that at least he managed to get back to sleep without problems... ... unlike Sam. He distinctly remembers noticing how the blue-ish darkness behind the curtains had begun to transition into purple-y twilight by the time he'd finally managed to drift off. Even with Gene next to him, the nightmarish images had still been there, lurking just beneath the surface of his consciousness... And Sam knew that if he were to close his eyes, it would come back. All of it. And so, while there hadn't been any fresh nightmares, luckily, there had been a lingering sense of horror... And several times, Sam had had to stop himself from reaching out to check whether Gene was still alive. It's a simple question Gene asked him, but now that Sam isn't sleep-dazed anymore, it's managed to start and dredge up what happened during the night... along with the images that were the cause. Sam shakes his head, but he sets the toast down, having lost his appetite. His gaze takes on a slightly vacant note as he tries to fight off the memories, the phantom sensations that threaten to come back, beginning to make his skin crawl...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 6 2017, 04:29 PM Post #1777 |
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*Hearing Sam's silence, Gene looks up at him again. He's put down his toast...?* ... What? *He should know, really... But Gene wasn't there in that nightmare... He didn't see what Sam did. Yes he went through most of it for real, but there's a section that he didn't experience - the part where he was dissected. Sam had to watch that.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 6 2017, 04:37 PM Post #1778 |
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*Sam doesn't look up immediately, distracted by the creeping sensation of something wet and heavy coming to rest on his shoulders, his back, over his head... Sam shudders - shakes himself, really - and raises his gaze, eyes widened, heart beating faster than it should. Together with the fever it makes for an entirely unreal experience... but there, sitting opposite and looking at him quizzically, is Gene... and he's alive, he's breathing, about to have breakfast... Taking a breath, Sam shakes his head slightly, attempting to gather himself.* N... sorry. Just. ... remembering. *Even saying it out loud is humiliating - it was just a dream... it didn't happen. However real it might have felt...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 6 2017, 04:43 PM Post #1779 |
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*remembering... It takes Gene a moment to realise what Sam must be talking about. But once he does, he regrets bringing the nightmare up at all. It must be Warren... The pelt, the heart... All of those things. An unsettled feeling sits in his stomach. * .... Don't dwell on it, Sam... Won't do you no good. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 6 2017, 05:50 PM Post #1780 |
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*Sam looks away, swallowing. He knows Gene is right. He knows it. But that doesn't stop the sensations. Sam reaches for his mug, gripping the ceramic a bit tighter than necessary. He needs something to ground himself... something to keep his mind, aided by the raised temperature of his body, from slipping away... He mumbles in response to Gene* I'm trying. *He raises his other hand to rub over his face, fingers inadvertently tracing along his scars. They feel tighter than usual - probably a result of the slight fever as well... God, he'd managed to block it out, but it suddenly hits Sam just how rubbish he feels. If he was on his own, he'd go lie down right now. But Gene hasn't even tried his porridge yet... and more than the feeling of a soft mattress against him, Sam craves Gene's company. To see him look at Sam with that scrutinizing gaze of his, to hear him breathe, to see his skin intact (mostly anyway)...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 7 2017, 12:49 AM Post #1781 |
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*Sam says he's trying... But he's clearly not managing, if the way his fingers trace his scars says anything. That nightmare... It's left its own scars. And Gene doesn't know what to do. There isn't much he can do. He's suppressing his own trauma still. What happened in that cage, he's not going to forget. Ever. He's just sorry that Sam ever got dragged into this.* That radio still works. Could stick it by the bed. Good distraction, even if they mostly talk shit at this time of day. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 7 2017, 08:07 AM Post #1782 |
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*Sam looks up and at Gene again, his hand falling away from his face. Gene's taking this seriously... Sam had expected him to at some point lose patience and berate Sam for being this rattled over a dream (especially since what Gene himself experienced was very real). Just a dream, not real... ... but then, Sam had thought that what he was experiencing after the car crash was just a dream as well... Pulling himself out of that particular thought spiral takes some effort, but Sam forces himself to give a tiny smile (more like a twitch of his lips) and a nod.* ... yeah. Good idea. *Sam takes a conscious breath, then nods at the porridge. He doesn't want to rush Gene into eating, of course, but...* That's gonna go cold. |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 7 2017, 11:25 PM Post #1783 |
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*the deflection doesn't go unnoticed, and even though Sam's right, the quick subject change jars Gene slightly. Maybe he's trying to keep himself from going too far down that path... So Gene looks down at his food and takes a deep breath. He picks up the spoon, then hesitates. Why is he feeling so nervous about this?* ... If me stomach malfunctions or pops a hole or something you know what to do, yeah? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 7 2017, 11:37 PM Post #1784 |
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*Sam watches as Gene focuses on the bowl in front of him - and for the first time notices how nervous he looks. For a good few seconds, Sam is confused; however, then he realises. Gene's been on nothing but liquid food for two weeks... And his stomach was horribly injured. Add all that to the trauma of his last experience of swallowing something solid... Maybe Sam shouldn't have suggested this. But Gene seemed so enthusiastic... No, he needs to keep Gene's spirits up. Not just for Gene, but also for his own sake. Sam can't cope with insecurity and fear right now. So Sam nods, doing his best to keep his voice steady, despite the fever.* Yeah. But if the whisky you had yesterday didn't do any damage, then a porridge should feel like balm. *Then, a bit quieter, the weak facade dropping further* ... Though you don't have to eat it, if you don't feel up to it. Don't force yourself. |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 8 2017, 12:31 AM Post #1785 |
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*The whisky. Trust Sam to bring that up. That was still liquid though, so he's not entirely sure that's an equal comparison. This feels like a bigger step somehow. And Sam telling him he doesn't have to do it just makes him more determined. He sets his jaw, face a picture of concentration - and then spoons a mound up and into his mouth. The taste... God, it's good. Exactly what he needed. And though it feels weird, chewing again after a whole two weeks of not, he makes himself do it. He's going to prove he can. That Sam doesn't need to worry about him. He can do it. Swallowing makes him pause though, and he has to concentrate hard. He stares at the tabletop, frowning as he tries to summon the courage. To get the mouthful down himself without remembering that bullet. The bullet. Forcing its way down, the cold, painful lump, lodging itself there, choking him... In his head, Gene counts. One... Two... Three... No, no, he can't do it... He can feel it... The hard object against his tongue... No, wait... Warren can't win this... One... Two... Three....!! He gulps, putting far more energy into it than he needs to - and despite minor discomfort in his throat, that's it. Done. Gene stays still for a moment more, assessing how he feels. And he feels... Okay!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 8 2017, 08:34 AM Post #1786 |
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*Sam knows the moment he says the words that they won't keep Gene from trying, no matter how uncomfortable he may feel. Gene Hunt doesn't back down from a challenge. Sam can't help it - he has to watch as Gene raises the spoon, as he shoves it into his mouth. As he chews... and then... Gene pauses, and so does Sam, muscles tensing. It isn't hard to guess what exactly is going through Gene's mind, and it scares Sam - that something like this could cause the same reaction as being forced to swallow something much bigger and harder... In his mind, he's already calculating how fast he can get an extra bowl so that Gene can spit into it, whether he's going to need water instead of tea, whether-- Then that gulp. Gene stills. Sam almost forgets how to breathe. Without realising what he's doing, Sam leans in slightly, almost as though he's getting ready to dart around the table to help Gene. In his state, he's entirely unable to keep the fear out of his voice.* .... Gene? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 8 2017, 03:43 PM Post #1787 |
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*Gene can hear the concern in Sam's voice, and quickly he raises a hand just a touch - enough to try and pause Sam in his tracks. He just needs a minute... A moment for his throat to work, to really believe that there's nothing there that it has to expel. He swallows again, then again... and finally his throat relaxes. His shoulders untense and he leans back into his chair, relief on his face.* Yeah... m'fine, m'fine. *Determined to keep going and prove to Sam that he's on the mend, Gene takes another spoonful and slowly, carefully continues eating. He doesn't want Sam to think he isn't enjoying it - it's the best thing he's tasted in two weeks. But he has to concentrate. Mentally block off the part of him that can feel the bullet still inside him. After a few more mouthfuls, Gene can't do it any more. He feels full. Too full. Satisfied, but though the bowl is still half full he can't force himself. The spoon drops back into the porridge and Gene places one hand protectively over his middle.* ...... Phew... |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 8 2017, 03:49 PM Post #1788 |
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*Despite Gene's assurance, Sam can't quite relax until Gene has had another couple of spoons. Only then does he sit back again, suddenly feeling quite out of breath, the pressure behind his head faintly pulsing. But... Gene is eating, and he seems to be enjoying it. That's all Sam could possibly ask for. Relief washes through him as he watches Gene eat, taking it slow. When Gene finishes, Sam pulls the bowl away and gets up to put it away - no need for Gene to stare at food he definitely won't eat... Sam also notices the protective hand hovering over his stomach, and the sight causes a pang of something Sam can't decipher. Still, he smiles as he returns to the table.* Well done. I... I know that can't have been easy. *turning a bit more serious again* You let me know as soon as something feels off, yeah? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 9 2017, 12:39 AM Post #1789 |
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*Sam's concern and understanding touches Gene. It seems he can tell exactly what Gene's thinking, and thank God. It means he doesn't have to say it. He nods in response to Sam's question before turning his attention back to the previous issue. Sam's fever.* As long as you go tackle that weird fever of yours. You promised. Arse in bed, okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 9 2017, 09:18 AM Post #1790 |
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*The fact that Gene is insisting so much warms Sam's heart more than he'd expected. How can he say no to that? And now that he isn't sitting down anymore, he realises just how tiring it is to just be standing up...* Yes, Guv. *However, as Sam picks up his mug, intending to take it upstairs with him, he hesitates one last time.* ... you'll be alright? Anything you need before I lie down? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 9 2017, 04:59 PM Post #1791 |
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*Right now Gene just needs to sit. To digest. He doesn't think he can move, not yet. Not until his insides stop churning. So he waves his free hand, the other still hovering over his middle.* Naah, you go get horizontal. I'll come up and check you're still breathing in a little bit. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 9 2017, 05:15 PM Post #1792 |
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*Sam looks down at Gene for a few seconds longer, unable to stop himself from assessing what he sees. The hand hovering... the way Gene seems to be breathing a bit more deeply than necessary... and does he look a bit paler than before...? No, he's overthinking this. Apart from what happened yesterday, Gene has been good at telling Sam what he needed or didn't need. He'll be fine. And Sam really needs to go lie down, if the faint dizziness rushing at him is anything to go by. So Sam nods.* Okay then. I'll, uhm... I'll see you later. *He makes an awkward little motion with the mug, like a salutes that stops before it properly began, then makes his way out of the kitchen. Walking up the stairs is a bit harder than expected, but Sam tries not to pay it any attention - a few more hours of sleep, and he'll be fine, surely... A few minutes later, having brushed his teeth and switched the radio on to a low volume, Sam crawls back into bed, surprised and slightly pleased to notice that the sheets are still warm. Laying his head down on the pillow elicits a small sigh from Sam as he pulls the duvet up to cover him up near completely. God, he's so sleepy... As he begins to drift off, the chatter on the radio provides a pleasant background noise... words, phrases weave in and out of his consciousness... "... next up, a discussion on the culture of..." "... and the weather today is... and not too cold..." "... their greatest hits..." "... one last attempt... can't be sure..." "... we need him to... if Sam is in there..." "... could go wrong... she agreed..." "... Sam..." "... Sam... my beautiful boy...!" Sam mumbles...* ... mum...? *Then he's gone, limbs relaxing.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 9 2017, 10:02 PM Post #1793 |
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*Gene waits, he doesn't know how long. But eventually, his stomach seems to calm down. The odd aches and sensations fade away, leaving Gene relieved and tired. He's done it. He's back on (almost) regular food. If he can deal with porridge, he can deal with other soft things, surely... it finally feels like he might be getting back to normal. The thing that's troubling him quickly becomes Sam instead. It looked like he was coming down with something. And if he is, that's a problem. With his body still weak, Gene can't look after him as well as he deserves, and there's also the worry that Gene himself could catch it. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, but now? With him still healing? He can't help feeling a bit concerned. That doesn't stop him, though. As soon as he can stand without worry, Gene fills up a new glass and slowly makes his way up the stairs. Quietly, he peeks around the doorframe and locates the lump under the duvet. He must be asleep.... With nothing else to do, Gene gently places the glass down on the bedside table and stiffly sits beside Sam, watching the heap as though he'll be able to sense Sam's condition just by being near.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 9 2017, 10:14 PM Post #1794 |
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*It's testament to how exhausted Sam actually is, that he doesn't wake up when Gene sits down by his side. Sam is facing him, but right now not much more than a tuft of his hair, along with a little bit of forehead, is sticking out from underneath the duvet. Which in itself is unusual - normally, Sam barely bothers to cover himself, if at all. He continues to sleep, his breathing even. His face is pale, with a few pink spots on his cheeks and forehead. The fever definitely hasn't gone down yet...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 10 2017, 12:39 AM Post #1795 |
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*Sam doesn't wake up... And the longer Gene stays there listening to Sam's breathing, the more sleepy he himself gets. And since he has nowhere to be, Gene decides he may as well lie down too. He can keep an eye on Sam that way, and to be honest he's not really feeling up to doing anything else. So he slowly pushes himself back and across to the headboard, careful not to jostle Sam. The duvet is almost completely covering Sam, so Gene doesn't move it - he'll just rest on top. Wait for Sam to wake up....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 10 2017, 10:17 AM Post #1796 |
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*Even as Gene lies down, Sam doesn't wake up. If anything, Gene's presence helps him stay under, his body demanding the sleep it didn't get the night before. An hour or so later, Sam begins to stir. He hasn't exactly been dreaming, but there have been strange, diffuse images... muffled voices... But he doesn't know who they belong to, or what they mean... Sam gives a small grunt and shifts under the duvet, one hand emerging and groggily pressing itself against his face. The first thing he becomes aware of is how hot his head feels...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 10 2017, 11:46 PM Post #1797 |
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*Gene's mostly asleep by the time Sam starts to stir - but as soon as he does, Gene's awake again and peering over at the emerging lump from under the duvet. There's a hand... a tuft of hair... a forehead? Voice low and quiet, Gene hisses.* Oi. Goldilocks. Any better? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 10 2017, 11:50 PM Post #1798 |
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Mmmph. *Disoriented, Sam shifts again, and after a few tries manages to push back the duvet enough to be able to squint up at the form next to him - Gene. Just Gene. It takes Sam another few seconds to connect the words to his current state, and how he got there. When he does, Sam gives a small groan.* ... Don't think so... *Nope, his head definitely feels hot... Worse than before. Shit...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 12 2017, 01:16 AM Post #1799 |
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*Gene deflates slightly and mutters.* Shit. *This isn't just tiredness then...* You think you've caught something? S'not like you've been rubbing noses with diseased hobos is it... Wonder if you've eaten something funny. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 12 2017, 09:13 AM Post #1800 |
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*Sam makes an unintelligible sound, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses his face into the pillow beneath. Has he caught something...? Sam can't tell. Apart from the fever, there isn't much else... but that itself is enough to make Sam feel like he doesn't want to move or talk. But he has to... now that he's awake, Sam realises how thirsty he is. So he begins to push himself up into a sitting position, noting that he doesn't seem to be feeling too dizzy at least... In response to Gene, Sam mumbles* ... dunno... doesn't feel like a cold... don't feel sick... *Sam reaches for his mug of cold tea, having to keep himself from drinking too fast. The cold liquid makes him wince - it feels good, but at the same time, Sam's craving something warm...* |
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