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[emocaliban]

Caliban isn't whole yet by any stretch of the imagination. But the bags under his eyes are a little less, and while there's still a haunted look in his eyes when they're open, which they aren't right now, Sophia curled up on his bare chest where he's on his back on his bed. He might be dead for all he moves except for the rise and fall of his chest

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[youngandhealthy]

Molly's finally got her courage up to come looking for him. She's still not entirely sure what happened, but she's not seen him since, and now she's beginning to worry.

Then again, she's still convinced whoever hurt her wasn't Cal. And technically, she's not entirely mistaken.

She knocks.

[emocaliban]

His eyes snap open at once and he starts, then collapses back, though Sophia makes a protesting noise and jumps off the bed to go paw at the door.

"Yeah, go ahead, it's open," he says tiredly. Before he catches the scent and realizes it's Molly.

....ohgood.

[youngandhealthy]

She comes in, a touch timidly. "...Caliban?" she asks tentatively.

[emocaliban]

He finds a bit of a not-smile for her, tiredly, and almost winces at the use of his full name. But not quite. He opens his mouth to say something and the first words that pop out are, "I'msorry."

A pause, and he looks at his feet. "I mean - hey, Molly."

[youngandhealthy]

She blinks. "I... I was worried about ye." She swallows. "Seems like ye knew that, though."

[emocaliban]

He sits up a little, finding the floor absolutely fascinating. "If you don't - I - well -" He stops, mouth twisting sideways a little, looking miserable. "Are you...okay?"

[youngandhealthy]

"I'm... aye, I'm well enough." She pauses. "What happened to ye?"

[emocaliban]

He tries, almost desperately, to find a way to explain. He hedges, for time. "What d'you mean?"

[youngandhealthy]

"For one, ye look like ye've had a month in a row of bad dreams."

[emocaliban]

He doesn't mean to say it, but, "No, more like a week and a half," pops out, dryly. He shuts his mouth.

"I'll be all right." He adds, swiftly.

[youngandhealthy]

"Aye?" quieter. A little cautious, but not truly afraid.

[emocaliban]

He doesn't meet her eyes, and he's definitely nervous, or scared, or something. "Yeah, I've had worse." Right.

A pause. "I'm more worried about you."

[youngandhealthy]

"It was you, then, after all?"

[emocaliban]

He closes his eyes, wanting more than anything to make an excuse, but knowing he has to keep her safe. But nonetheless.

His mouth twists. "Sort of." A wince.

[youngandhealthy]

She swallows. "I thought, first, twas something took your shape. But... twas an enchantment?" Because, we're sorry to say, Cal is not the first of her acquaintences to get scarier under crackplot.

[emocaliban]

Poor Molly.

He flinches, tenses more, curling into himself a little bit. "In a way. He's - it happened before. I thought it was dead." He still doesn't dare to look at her. "I'm - Jesus Christ, Molly, I'm sorry." He puts his face in his hands, trying to keep the little hitch out of his voice.