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[ Jim winces at the popping sound, but he's still holding on. ]

Zell! C'mon, just - stop for a minute and listen, okay?

[ Nope.

The obstacle wasn't moving. So he'll finally look at it. See the person in the way and then reach up to make sure it doesn't move in his way again.

Putting his hand on his neck for a moment and feeling the pulse there. Then he'll wrap his fingers around it and start squeezing. ]

[ It's instinct, by now, to trust when Zell touches him. To still and hope that whatever this is, Zell's fought his way back out of it.

It only takes a moment for that trust to shatter as Zell's hands tighten around Jim's neck. He can't quite believe it, at first, not until he's struggling to breathe and swinging at Zell with his feet. ]

[ It seems like his pain receptors or really anything ins't actually working. Other than whatever is driving him to continue his hold on Jim's neck.

Jim might have to use his head to think of another way out. ]

[ It's not working. Nothing's working, and Zell's going to kill him if he doesn't figure something out quick. The betrayal's sharp in Jim's chest - or maybe that's just the lack of oxygen - but it's going to have to be dealt with later if he wants there to be a later at all.

He can't pry Zell's fingers loose, can't kick him away, so he's going to have to take a page out of Zell's own playbook.

Jim's last thought before their forheads connect is this is really going to suck. ]

[ He liked it when Zell took his breath away, right?

His forehead connected and it's enough to stun him. His grip loosens and he reaches up to touch his own forehead to try to rub away the stars he sees. ]

[ Jim drops as hard as he can, ending up on the floor and making a mad scramble for Zell's bag and the pills he knows are waiting there. ]

[ Give him a moment to reboot processors please.

Rebooting.

Rebooting.

Shaking his head to try to clear his vision and blinking back the tears there. The obstacle is no longer an issue, but he feels dizzy. It hurts and he might have bit the inside of his mouth at the contact. He can taste the copper.

Reaching to steady himself against the wall as he tries to will the world to stop spinning. ]

[ Jim doesn't have time to recover. His head's pounding - the fear magnifying the throbbing from the bruise he knows he'll have in a few hours - as he grasps the pill bottle and rips the lid off, sending a few of them skittering as he desperately tries to grab for enough to knock Zell out. ]

Please don't let this be too many...!

[ He grasps three in his hand and turns, facing Zell again, trying to find a plan of attack. ]

[ ~~You never had issues putting stuff in his mouth~~

He doesn't go after Jim. Using the wall as a guide, he start heading towards the trap door once again, albeit more slower than his previous march. Might be a good opportunity to go back to your back climbing ways, Jim? ]

[ ~~Usually he's more cooperative.~~

It's absolutely the right time for Jim to monkey onto Zell's back, whether he likes it or not. He throws his legs around Zell's waist and his arms around Zell's shoulders, using one hand to force his mouth open and the other to - carefully, he can't afford to drop them - shove the pills in. ]

[ Wow rude. The obstacle is now on his back. He's going to turn to try to slam his back into the wall. ~~This is how Jim wanted him to shove him against a wall, right?~~

His mouth does open and the pills do go in though!

Just give it a moment or two to actually kick in. ]

[ Jim will spend that moment frantically hanging on to Zell's back, resisting any effort to throw him off. Once he feels Zell start to go down, though, he loosens his grip and tries to break his fall as best he can. ]

[ He tries to clam Jim into the wall again, but the pill was kicking in. Everything was feeling heavy and he starts to drop.

Jimber!

Down he goes and might wind up falling partially on Jim while he struggles against the sleep. He has things to do! He has some where to go!

Soon the movement stills as everything feels like lead. And he makes the mistake of blinking. Once. Twice. And then he no longer can keep his eyes open. ]

[ Jim goes down with him, wincing when all of Zell's weight jars him against the floor and holding on long after Zell's passed out. ]

[ He's out. Have fun texting the network and stuff dude.

It's not until early ass in the morning when he starts coming around again. The first thing he feels is a sense of heaviness that comes from being knocked out by sleep pills. Then everything that happened hits him like a bucket of ice water. Sitting up lightning fast as he moves to inspect Jim. ]

Jim? [ Much panic. ]

[ Jim's aching and starving, but he hasn't moved except to rearrange Zell into a more comfortable position. Jim's arms tighten around him automatically, trying to hold his arms on instinct before Zell can make a break for it again. ]

[ He feels his hold tightening. Carefully, Zell presses a kiss against his cheek to make sure he knows it's him. That it's no one else in his head. ]

Hey... it's me. [ Lowering his voice. ] It's me, Stars.

[ Jim's grip doesn't loosen. He was talking to Ecks, who had to kill Watson to get him to stop, and - just because Zell sounds like -

There's no reason to think he's back to normal yet. ]

If you try it again -

[ Jim's voice is so ruined it's hard to understand. ]

I've got more pills. Right here.

[ Brushing his thumb against his cheek and then dropping his gaze to his throat. Wincing at the shapes he can see there. ]

Stars... Whatever you need to do to stay safe.

[ If he needs to knock Zell out again, then he'll do it.

But first ]

Just get comfortable first? [ Oh. Oh yeah. ] I think I have handcuffs still.

[ Jim's eyes are still wild, and his heart is beating so hard Zell can probably feel it in their position, but he does loosen his grip just a little.

The part of his mind that isn't panicking points out that Zell's acting nothing like he was before, and - and sometimes they just wake up okay. Maybe he is better. ]

Tell me.

[ Tell him what? Jim's not sure. ]

Tell me something only you know. The last thing you wrote on me.

[ It hurts to see Jim like this, but he understands why.

At the request of proof he moves his hand to trace over about where his marks are. ]

It's a dickbutt.

[ It hurts to see Jim like this, but he understands why.

At the request of proof he moves his hand to trace over about where his marks are. ]

Te. Te amo. [ Swallowing back the wave of emotions as he writes it out against him. ]

And you have the stars on me. The way to your world...

[ Closing his eyes as he remembers when Jim drew on his skin. ]

[ Jim relaxes more fully, though he's still not really returning the affection. Last night...

He doesn't even really want to think about last night. He just wants to sleep, or something. ]

How's your head?

[ He's not expecting affection, just making sure Jim knows he won't hurt him. Keeping his hands on him so Jim can feel any changes.

With the relaxing, Zell does try to roll and adjust them so Jim is more comfortable. ]

Hurts like hell. [ Lifting his look to look at Jim's own forehead. ]

Yours?

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how do we want to proceed with this?

Time skip then the ohshit. this okay? I can change or add more

this is good \o/

Re: this is good \o/

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