I don't want to leave you lonely

[acrotomophile]

WHO: Brian Moser and whoever wants in. Spike and McCoy are expected. :>
WHEN: The days after Spike finds him and brings him to the infirmary.
WHERE: The infirmary!
WHAT: Various people visit him during recovery. Completely open!
WARNINGS: Probably some mild swearing, discussion of the effects of torture (or more accurately, denial of the effects of

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[rudolphofvamps]

Spike walked back in, setting some water on Brian's table, a little blue straw in.

"The dead rises," he said blankly, going back to his seat and sipping on his newly procured tea.

[acrotomophile]

"Since when do you drink tea?" he asked in a whisper.

Brian couldn't get himself back on balance and it was starting to piss him off. He lived on control, thrived on it like his brother did - and his control was even the more complete one, now. But it was still failing him.

Pain shouldn't affect him anymore.

[rudolphofvamps]

"Since when do you have curly hair?" he asked with a shrug, mimicking Brian's tone.

A beat passed, Spike could really go for an open window the way his inmate was looking about now.

"Don't think so much. You'll hurt yourself," he offered lamely, peering at Brian over his mug.

[acrotomophile]

"Gotcha."

His voice didn't seem to want to rise above that whisper. He turned his head away from Spike. "How long am I in for?"

[rudolphofvamps]

Spike shrugged, looking away in the same moment. "A long bloody time, by the looks of ya."

[acrotomophile]

He made a generic noise of understanding, but otherwise didn't move. There wasn't a lot of coherent thinking going on in him right now.

Brian had no idea what to feel. It was like every other second his mood flopped. He hated it.

[rudolphofvamps]

"I. Christ, Brian. I'm really bloody sorry I left at the wrong time. Wasn't in my control."

[acrotomophile]

"Spare me the dramatics." He licked his lower lip - they were dry and cracked. "It wasn't your fault. I don't expect you to come rescue me when I get myself into trouble."

[rudolphofvamps]

"Well, the least you could do.. is accept that I expect it from meself," he said softly, diving back into his tea.

[acrotomophile]

"Where were you, anyway?"

He honestly doesn't care - it's not an accusatory question. Brian would just rather get off the topic.

[rudolphofvamps]

He glances back, sighing as he sets his cup aside.

"It's a bleeding long story, but it seems we're lucky enough to have time on our hands, huh?" Spike bites his lip, looking distant - pain clearly writ across his face. "Was in Hell."

[acrotomophile]

Brian doesn't even try to stop himself from laughing at that.

"I think the Admiral likes irony."

[rudolphofvamps]

Spike laughs a little too, shaking his head.

"I did have me very own fanclub though. And a blood fountain."

[acrotomophile]

"I'll skip on the blood fountain. Sounds gross."

[rudolphofvamps]

"You and your.. bloodlessness." He blinked. "Takes all the fun outta killin'." If he was a bad warden before... now he was out of practice.