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[misterparker]

[OOM: Parker does not have a good month. Unlike the mun, who did.]

Parker steps through and sits down, hard. He tries to keep breathing normally, but finds himself hyperventilating and his vision graying.

"Stop it, Parker." He does not find it weird that he's talking to himself.

[ooc: semi plot locked. Ping fryadvocate before tagging.]

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[almost_arabian]

Lawrence has been looking for Parker, although he's not made it obvious and it's rather hard to find him when you can't get to his world.

He could have asked Fiona for a trump, but.

He calmly asks bar for a medical kit and a bottle of water before walking over to Parker and resting a rather large hand on his shoulder.

"Parker." His voice is ... well, businesslike, because otherwise he might be upset. "You need to be cleaned up."

[misterparker]

Parker raises both eyebrows says, "Lawrence."

The couch is terribly comfortable.

[almost_arabian]

"Come on, then." He sets the bottle of water into Parker's hand and then waits expectantly.

'Their' room is still that - Lawrence has stayed with Nick. Maybe he's hiding, maybe he's not.

[misterparker]

Parker drinks, stands slowly. "Where are we going?"

He rolls his shoulders, testing. If he's careful, he can walk fine.

[almost_arabian]

"To your room." Because he really doesn't want Parker to leave that room, even if it's under his name.

He's sentimental like that.

[misterparker]

Parker puts a hand on the back of a chair, to steady himself.

Looking at Lawrence, he says, "Lawrence. I don't have a room."

It's not mean, and not quite amused. Just, gentle. A statement of fact.

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence watches this with consideration and then coaxes Parker's arm around his shoulder while he wraps one of his own around the man's waist.

"Yes, well. We'll see."

[misterparker]

Parker accepts this with a slight roll of his eyes. He's a little bit unsteady, not drunk.

"Lawrence. No. I can't be the guy who's still living off his ex-boyfriend." First of all because his whole body screams against being dependant like that. Secondly... well, he's always been good at finding places to sleep.

[almost_arabian]

"Don't be foolish."

He shakes his head, continuing on the path up to the room. He can be very stubborn when he wants to be.

[misterparker]

Parker allows himself to be led, and finds himself facing their door. He left the key on the bedside table when he left. He hasn't been back.

"I did a lot of thinking," he says.

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence has a key, of course.

He draws it out of a pocket in his robes and unlocks the door, opening it with a soft 'click'.

"How long was it, for you?" Because time goes strangely here. "I was of the impression Mal had kept you away." He's not happy about that.

[misterparker]

"Thirty fucking days." Parker's voice is flat and he backs up until his back is against the hallways wall, shakes off Lawrence and stands for a second. "Give me a second."

Then, "Did she tell you that?"

[almost_arabian]

He doesn't move forward to touch Parker as much as he wants to, but he pauses.

"She told me certain things."

[misterparker]

Parker's lips twist.

"Did that..." the word bitch hangs over his lips like something he's already said. "...Mal tell you what she did?"

The taste of freedom is like a gasp of air. He needs it to be alive, and the feeling of how do you know she didn't hangs in his ears like a lover's whisper.

[almost_arabian]

"Yes. Vaguely."

He has a feeling that she'd intentionally left out details, but then ... well.

Lawrence offers out his arm again, turning a questioning gaze to Parker. "Come on."

[misterparker]

Parker stands on his own and walks into their room, ignoring the bed and sitting on a chair instead. He reminds himself that he can leave any time he wants.

"Vaguely," Parker snorts. He wonders how you tell someone vaguely what happened. He doesn't know how to tell it specifically, though, so he shrugs.