RP with supermarketsam & comeswithcuffs | Passive confrontations
Jason woke up to find himself alone in his bed. A feeling of dread washed over him when he first thought Mac had gone again, but then she was maybe just all a figment of his imagination. Something he dreamt up in his deep depression. But the bedroom curtains had been tucked open just a little bit to let a small amount of light in an a scented candle was burning on his dresser. Vanilla and something spicey. Mac loved candles, and Jason couldn't deny that his room was very much on the stuffy side. It hadn't had much fresh air since he got here and the unpacked boxes weren't helping. Another small glance around the room as he pulled himself up told him Mac's bags were still there and one of her t-shirts was laying over the top of one of the suitcases. A rush of relieved breath escaped him and he got his legs over the edge of the bed, which is when he found some clean clothes neatly lying on the bed waiting for him, in order of how he needed to put them on.
He couldn't help it. He started to cry before he could stop himself and it took him a good fifteen minutes of giving into the emotions before he managed to get dressed in the comfortable clothes and into his chair. It was morning. He and Mac had slept right through the afternoon and the night after she had unexpectedly shown up on his doorstep. They tried to talk, but the emotions got the better of them and they just ended up making love for some reason, and Jason couldn't explain how or why that had happened. He was still confused. He didn't know what was supposed to happen now. But he was ready to find out. She had to be somewhere still in the house, so he tried the kitchen first. After not eating the whole day before, he was ravenous.
But when he got to the kitchen, he found Mac and Sam standing there together, Sam looking as stunned as Jason felt the day before. Mac was in Jason's bathrobe, the jar of coffee clutched between her hands. Sam looked like she had just woken up too. Jason cleared his throat and wheeled himself a little further into the room. Silas and Tyra were either still in bed or out together. "Erm, good morning," he offered.
[Posting order: Jason, Sam, Mac]
He couldn't help it. He started to cry before he could stop himself and it took him a good fifteen minutes of giving into the emotions before he managed to get dressed in the comfortable clothes and into his chair. It was morning. He and Mac had slept right through the afternoon and the night after she had unexpectedly shown up on his doorstep. They tried to talk, but the emotions got the better of them and they just ended up making love for some reason, and Jason couldn't explain how or why that had happened. He was still confused. He didn't know what was supposed to happen now. But he was ready to find out. She had to be somewhere still in the house, so he tried the kitchen first. After not eating the whole day before, he was ravenous.
But when he got to the kitchen, he found Mac and Sam standing there together, Sam looking as stunned as Jason felt the day before. Mac was in Jason's bathrobe, the jar of coffee clutched between her hands. Sam looked like she had just woken up too. Jason cleared his throat and wheeled himself a little further into the room. Silas and Tyra were either still in bed or out together. "Erm, good morning," he offered.
[Posting order: Jason, Sam, Mac]