Jun 04, 2010 09:29
There was no avoiding it indefinitely; Mitchell could only hope George hadn't been an utter arse to Tully while he was away and thrown him out on the street, or something. He sighed, fumbling around for his keys as he approached the house.
These days, he had to look one way then the other before unlocking the door. The last thing he needed was for Lauren to pop up out of the woodworks again, talking about blood and conspiracies and whatever the hell else Herrick had been feeding into her head. The last time had been bad enough - if she turned up now, he'd-- something.
The door opened with a click, and he pushed on through, yanking his sunglasses up to sit over his hair. "George--" he started, then stopped.
On the sofa - on his spot on the sofa - there was Tully, wearing nothing but a dressing gown and scratching at his balls.
... Well.
At least George hadn't tossed him out.
"Morning," Tully called, scratching somewhat leisurely, utterly undisturbed by Mitchell's arrival. To his side, Mitchell now noticed, was George, watching the telly.
It was ... not the scene he'd been expecting.
"...Right," he said, and shut the door. "I'll be upstairs, then."
[[ 'stablishy, and taken/embellished from Being Human episode 2, series 1. ]]
people: tully,
place: the house,
people: george,
place: bristol