[ 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. ]
[ 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'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. ]
[ 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.
His forehead hurts, but not as badly as the pain in his chest. He knows he hurt Jim. He can recall it clearly and even Jim's head hurts because of him. Swallowing back the tide of emotions as he gingerly reaches down Jim's side to hover around his back. ]
Don't apologize, Stars. I. You. [ His voice cracks. ] You did what you needed to do. How's your back?
[ That's the important thing, isn't it? Jim doesn't want to cuff Zell. He just wants to hold him, no matter what his instincts are doing at the moment. ]
[ And Jim doesn't care if that makes him a hypocrite. He will get the handcuffs, though, if Zell wants them. He hesitates putting them on and lets them dangle from his hand. ]
How long are we gonna stay like this? What if it happens to me?
[ Once Jim goes for the bag, Zell is moving to sit against a wall. Watching his boyfriend until he returns with the cuffs. not how he imagined this would go down ]
Do. Do you feel any different?
[ He's only worried about how bad Jim will feel. ]
I don't know. Zack and Kunsel are heading over in a day or two, right?
[ The admission is grudging. It's more theoretical than anything - 'different' could change at any moment - but Jim's not ready to concede the point. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
how do we want to proceed with this?
Time skip then the ohshit. this okay? I can change or add more
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. ]
this is good \o/
Re: this is good \o/
Hey... it's me. [ Lowering his voice. ] It's me, Stars.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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At the request of proof he moves his hand to trace over about where his marks are. ]
It's a dickbutt.
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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. ]
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He doesn't even really want to think about last night. He just wants to sleep, or something. ]
How's your head?
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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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[ In other words: ouch. ]
Sorry it hurts.
[ Not that he headbutted Zell, because that had been necessary, but sorry about the consequences now. ]
Was kind of hoping the stuff I gave you was going to take care of it.
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His forehead hurts, but not as badly as the pain in his chest. He knows he hurt Jim. He can recall it clearly and even Jim's head hurts because of him. Swallowing back the tide of emotions as he gingerly reaches down Jim's side to hover around his back. ]
Don't apologize, Stars. I. You. [ His voice cracks. ] You did what you needed to do. How's your back?
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[ Jim hates the sound of Zell's voice cracking, of the way he's so close to tears. He really doesn't think he can take it after everything else. ]
It's not bad. None of it's that bad.
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[ Hurt him enough that Jim was wary of his touch. ]
I'm sorry, Stars. Maybe... maybe we should get out the cuffs? In case this isn't over with. I can't...I don't want to hurt you again.
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[ That's the important thing, isn't it? Jim doesn't want to cuff Zell. He just wants to hold him, no matter what his instincts are doing at the moment. ]
-We can if it will make you feel better.
he can take it huh ;D
I don't want you to have to take it, Stars. I don't want to hurt you. I shouldn't even be here right now.
[ It may happen again. It might come back on and off for the next couple of days. This place likes doing that. ]
I should have a pair in my bag.
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[ And Jim doesn't care if that makes him a hypocrite. He will get the handcuffs, though, if Zell wants them. He hesitates putting them on and lets them dangle from his hand. ]
How long are we gonna stay like this? What if it happens to me?
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not how he imagined this would go down]Do. Do you feel any different?
[ He's only worried about how bad Jim will feel. ]
I don't know. Zack and Kunsel are heading over in a day or two, right?
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[ The admission is grudging. It's more theoretical than anything - 'different' could change at any moment - but Jim's not ready to concede the point. ]
They are, but...
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He does reach over, pausing because he's worried about Jim's reaction. ]
It'll just be for a day. Just in case.
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Okay. Just in case.
The cuffs are chilly in his hands; he presses them between his palms, trying to warm them a little.
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