Helping (Godric, Noah)
Godric was smoking out on his balcony, leaning over the railing. Noah was sitting in the corner, plucking lazily at a guitar he kind of only half-knew how to play. It was a rare afternoon when Noah didn't rush home to spend time with the twins, but Godric needed the company and Noah understood.
Both Noah and Serenity knew Godric well enough to notice the signs when Godric was becoming depressed. He had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder very early on, and Noah and Serenity had grown up with that as part of their world. Godric wasn't feeling especially wonderful these days, even on meds that tended to mostly regulate his moods.
"I couldn't even make it to a meeting the other day," Godric sighed. When he was depressed it was like his world slowed down. It was like existing in the middle of a giant mound of jelly. He moved in slow-motion. "It doesn't matter so much for me, but I like being there for Julian and Helena."
Noah put the guitar aside and he looked up at one of his oldest friends. "And you told your GP?"
"I did. Not much she can do, really." Godric sighed. "I think I want to get another tattoo," he said, stubbing his cigarette out on the iron railing and then flicking it out into the yard below. Noah winced because he knew Godric's mother was going to have a fit with him later about that, but it wasn't his problem!
"Of what?"
"I don't know," Godric said with a shrug. "I want to design it. I am hoping it will kick my mind back into gear. I haven't written any music in weeks. This will be visual which I always have less trouble with. And I heard about this tattoo artist named Sherlock. I want him to do it just because he has an awesome name."
Noah chuckled and he ran his fingers through his messy mop of hair. "I think that sounds like something positive to focus on."
Godric made an amused face at him and then he said, "I'm going to design you a tattoo of a Care Bear. You can be Positive Thinking Bear!"
"Oh god, no," Noah shook his head quickly. "A man named Sherlock is not carving a Care Bear permanently into my skin!"
"Killjoy," Godric hissed and then he leaned back against the wall, sinking down until he was in a squatting position. "I'm sorry I'm not very much fun right now."
"Godric," Noah said gently, "you know I love spending time with you. How about we watch some Lord of the Rings? You can describe your Legolas sex dreams to me again like you did every time we saw it, including at the cinema."
Godric snorted at that and he actually lit up a fraction. "Okay. That sounds nice."
"I'll make some popcorn and get the DVD."
"And will you cuddle me under the blankets while we watch, Noahface?!"
"Don't I always?" Noah asked, a sly smile on his face. He worried about his dear friend, but he hoped very much that he made things at least a little bit better. If he did, then that was something he could be proud of.
Both Noah and Serenity knew Godric well enough to notice the signs when Godric was becoming depressed. He had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder very early on, and Noah and Serenity had grown up with that as part of their world. Godric wasn't feeling especially wonderful these days, even on meds that tended to mostly regulate his moods.
"I couldn't even make it to a meeting the other day," Godric sighed. When he was depressed it was like his world slowed down. It was like existing in the middle of a giant mound of jelly. He moved in slow-motion. "It doesn't matter so much for me, but I like being there for Julian and Helena."
Noah put the guitar aside and he looked up at one of his oldest friends. "And you told your GP?"
"I did. Not much she can do, really." Godric sighed. "I think I want to get another tattoo," he said, stubbing his cigarette out on the iron railing and then flicking it out into the yard below. Noah winced because he knew Godric's mother was going to have a fit with him later about that, but it wasn't his problem!
"Of what?"
"I don't know," Godric said with a shrug. "I want to design it. I am hoping it will kick my mind back into gear. I haven't written any music in weeks. This will be visual which I always have less trouble with. And I heard about this tattoo artist named Sherlock. I want him to do it just because he has an awesome name."
Noah chuckled and he ran his fingers through his messy mop of hair. "I think that sounds like something positive to focus on."
Godric made an amused face at him and then he said, "I'm going to design you a tattoo of a Care Bear. You can be Positive Thinking Bear!"
"Oh god, no," Noah shook his head quickly. "A man named Sherlock is not carving a Care Bear permanently into my skin!"
"Killjoy," Godric hissed and then he leaned back against the wall, sinking down until he was in a squatting position. "I'm sorry I'm not very much fun right now."
"Godric," Noah said gently, "you know I love spending time with you. How about we watch some Lord of the Rings? You can describe your Legolas sex dreams to me again like you did every time we saw it, including at the cinema."
Godric snorted at that and he actually lit up a fraction. "Okay. That sounds nice."
"I'll make some popcorn and get the DVD."
"And will you cuddle me under the blankets while we watch, Noahface?!"
"Don't I always?" Noah asked, a sly smile on his face. He worried about his dear friend, but he hoped very much that he made things at least a little bit better. If he did, then that was something he could be proud of.