Frog it out and Start Again
Jason is alone in his room when he wakes. Nathaniel must've gone downstairs for something to eat. He'd send something up, but Jason doesn't want to eat. He feels even worse today.
He knows that the cocaine caused the problems he's facing, but it doesn't stop him from wanting it.
When he starts pulling things out of his closet, not even he is sure about his motivation. Is he looking for hidden cocaine to use or toss, just to make sure? After about fifteen minutes, though, the complete contents of his closet are spread out across his room.
No cocaine.
Is he relieved or frustrated?
He sits on his floor, staring forlornly at the mess. Well, he can't leave it for Nathaniel; Nat's had enough of his messes to clean. It doesn't help his mood, but it's better than sitting and staring.
It's during the cleanup that he finds the sword. It was the one he helped bring back from Khem's world; her father's sword. He fingers the hilt lightly. She'd given it to him, and he said he'd hold it for her. And there, there's the blanket she made him to sleep with when she wasn't there. He sits with her things for some time, touching them lightly and not thinking so much as being with them.
Then he stands and wraps the sword reverently in the blanket, laying it on his bed. He'll find Yrael later and ask if there's a place in his room that he can store them. He knows now that he'll always love her, but...he has to let go. If she comes back, he'll talk to her. If it was meant to be, they'll find a way to pick up the pieces.
The room is nearly clean when he comes across something odd. The scarf Moon took apart for him. A mess of pretty, sparkly white yarn that can be anything now. He huffs softly in amusement and starts untangling the mass, winding it into a small ball. He did say he was going to make something with it...