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Date/Time: Sunday, 12 March / 1:00AM
Location: Natalie's flat
Open To: Natalie
Currently Involving: Natalie, Jason
Warnings: Knowing them? Language, nothing else.
( Oh, Jason... )
Location: Natalie's flat
Open To: Natalie
Currently Involving: Natalie, Jason
Warnings: Knowing them? Language, nothing else.
( Oh, Jason... )
She couldn't push the issue of his wording without him pushing the issue of her not sleeping, and that was something that she definitely didn't want to talk about. Not even to figure out what he'd meant, which was kind of surprising, but not too terribly so, really.
She was quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out if there was anything else she could do with that, before she finally decided she had to just let it go. And she didn't really doubt that he'd known that's what would happen.
Which annoyed her, stupidly enough. You would think it wouldn't, considering her own habits of not wanting to talk about things and finding ways to avoid it, but it just did. Not a lot, but a little. Maybe because it meant he knew her well enough to be able to do that so easily.
"Right, well," she said finally. "I'm... going to bed, then." She shook her head and turned to head into her bedroom, flicking on the light next to her bed as she went in, so that he'd be able to see where he was going when he came into the room, since she'd left it off when she'd gone to answer the door.
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So maybe there was a way that he could get it out of her.
Following her without a word, he stopped in the doorway, realizing that he still had her sitting-room throw around his shoulders. Dropping it and draping it over her chair, he flipped the light off and headed for her bed.
Hey, she'd said that he should make himself at home, right?
Dropping down onto the side that she didn't sleep on (and yes, he knew which side she slept on, but that was only because of the whole drunken party and consequent nap-time the next day), he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'll tell you if you tell me," he said after he'd made himself comfortable.
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Well. In theory.
She wasn't exactly comfortable; kind of tense, actually, though she knew that was stupid and was making a conscious effort not to be.
Which didn't work at all once he'd spoken. She gave a soft sigh, closing her eyes tightly for a moment. She didn't know what to say to him. She wanted to know what he was on about... but she did not, in any way, shape, or form want to get into any sort of discussion about her.
"I thought you were tired?" she questioned after a moment -- though it really wasn't about the actual question at all, but more sort of probing to figure out her chances of him letting it go.
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"I was afraid."
Okay, so perhaps he was trying to appeal to her Ravenclaw nature here, but could anyone blame him? His best friend was in some kind of discomfort, or... something along those lines, and he knew that she didn't like to talk.
So maybe they could talk without talking. That seemed to work for them in the past.
And maybe if she got curious enough about his stuff, she'd be willing to tell him something. He hoped. Maybe. 'Cause he really was tired.
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If by appealing to her Ravenclaw nature he was referring to her curiosity, it pretty much worked. It worked even if she had at least a small idea of what he was doing.
What she probably should have said would have been 'I'm sorry'. Or even possibly 'Me, too' (though she didn't know what he was afraid of).
What she said instead was "Why?" though the concern was evident in her voice when she asked.
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Too bad she didn't. He felt her shift, and he did the same, turning toward her. She was right, it just felt easier to talk if you were facing the person, whether or not you could actually see them. He was silent for a moment, contemplating whether he should say more right off the bat.
Finally, he sighed.
His tone was quiet as he spoke, a lot more serious than he normally was. It was a combination of subject matter and tiredness, he knew, but he kind of didn't like it. "Sometimes my dreams... feel real. As in... down to my bones. And..."
He trailed off, before finishing, "...this one was particularly... strong." Pausing for a second, he added, "Why weren't you sleeping?"
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She was quiet again after he'd asked that question, though. Not trying to avoid it, or not exactly. She did consider, for the briefest of instants, just lying and saying something... stupid.
But she didn't. Because he wouldn't believe her, sure, but also because it didn't... seem fair. He was being honest, and serious, and she couldn't really repay that by lying in answer, even if she knew he'd know she was.
"I have nightmares a lot," she told him finally, softly. "So a lot of times I just... don't sleep. To avoid them."
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When she answered, Jason nodded, even though she couldn't really see that. Maybe she'd have been able to feel the movement of the mattress or something -- as it kind of defeated the purpose of nodding to have to say something after the fact.
He didn't know what to say about the nightmares or the avoiding, because... he could understand that about her. It wasn't something that he could go and say 'oh hey, you shouldn't do that' to, since... well, that was just dumb.
So, instead, he swallowed. "I was worried about you," he said after a moment. "It... sounds stupid now, but... I had to make sure you were okay." Not exactly telling her what the dream was, but it was coming closer now.
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A little bit scary, that, but she supposed that was what one got with a best friend. It was kind of nice, too, even if they didn't do this sort of thing... well, at all, for the most part.
"It doesn't sound stupid," she told him when he started explaining a bit further. It made her wonder a bit more, about exactly what had fueled him coming here... but she wasn't going to question him about it.
"But I'm... you don't have to worry about me."
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He sounded rather emphatic when he said those words. The truth was? There weren't very many people in the world that he would have gotten up in the middle of the night and Apparated to check on and sleep with.
And normally, he wouldn't have even thought about it. But now that they were being all serious and such (which didn't happen often at all), he'd started. "I mean, obviously my dream was just that, and it's dumb that I came to check and make sure, and that wasn't the only reason that I came... I couldn't close my eyes and apparently you just make me more comfortable..."
Burying his head deeper in the pillow, he continued, "But I have to worry about you. You're my best friend, and I'm not entirely sure what I'd do without you now."
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