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captain_jtkirk

.057 - lol actual back :c

Dec 20, 2011 16:43

( immedi-spam following the flood for Dick )

coping skills? nonexistant, i want my mommy, i miss the enterprise, why do i have to live on this crap boat

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[Spam] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 01:49:12 UTC

Fortunately, Dick was home and wasn't asleep or anything - surprise surprise - and after the breach had ended, had just decided to flop down on his couch and try reading for a while. So, at the knock on the door, he tossed aside the book he'd been thumbing through and got up to answer the door, wondering if it was Tim or someone wanting to talk about the breach. It had been a fairly lowkey one, all things considered - although he probably needed to double check his inmate wasn't running around with his security blanket for real now, because he wasn't quite sure how he could get him away from the mask now if he wanted to - but that could wait for right now ( ... )

[Spam] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 02:41:00 UTC

"Hey." Jim gave him a small smile and a shrug. "Can I come in?"

[Spam] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 02:43:36 UTC

"Yeah, of course," he said, stepping out of the way and slowly starting to feel the surprise burn off to be replaced by a lot more holy shit you had better not have died.

"Are you okay?"

Re: [Spam] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 02:47:19 UTC

He might've died a little bit. Jim didn't say anything until he was in the room and sitting down. Oh yeah, sitting down was nice. "Yeah, I'm just... you know."

[Spam] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 02:49:14 UTC

Dick sat down next to him, kind of dreading asking the question because he was really tired of people he cared about dying or having something awful happen to them when he apparently couldn't have done anything about it, but pretty much knowing he had to. "What happened?"

[Spam] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 02:51:46 UTC

Jim didn't answer right away. "I don't know. I can't--really remember."

[Spam] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 02:55:11 UTC

Dick just stared at him for a long moment. "What do you mean?"

[SPAM] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 03:16:51 UTC

"Things just... I don't know. It doesn't matter."

[SPAM] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 03:20:41 UTC

"Don't give me that," he said immediately, trying not to be angry because he wasn't mad at Jim so much as mad this had happened, but definitely abandoning the false calm for actual upset. "It matters. I get it if you don't want to talk about it, but don't try and act like this isn't a big deal."

[SPAM] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 03:25:15 UTC

"I don't want to talk about it then."

[SPAM] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 03:26:59 UTC

"Fine." Then Dick is just going to sit here and brood. Some really nice, angry at the universe brooding.

[SPAM] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 04:13:22 UTC

Go ahead and brood about it. If Jim didn't have to talk about it, then it wasn't real and if it wasn't real, then maybe this whole thing was a dream.

[SPAM] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 04:21:03 UTC

Dick... isn't great about just sitting quietly and not doing anything, because he lacks healthy coping mechanisms in general but especially with people dying. "McCoy's going to fix it."

[SPAM] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 04:32:32 UTC

"... I know. I just--" Jim trailed off again, running his fingers over his head. "I don't know. I just don't know what to do."

[SPAM] batmanschmatman December 21 2011, 04:49:55 UTC

That pretty much smothered anything Dick was feeling besides overwhelming sympathy, and he put a hand on his shoulder, trying to be reassuring. "That's okay. You're allowed to be kind of a mess about this."

[SPAM] captain_jtkirk December 21 2011, 05:24:20 UTC

Jim flinched a little bit when Dick touched him, like he didn't really want to be touched right now.

"I'm not. It's just--I don't want to talk about it."

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