No. 004 [Video] Tell me something good.
[Dean Smith is sitting on top of his desk, an empty Scotch tumbler cradled in his hands. He's beginning to realize that he's not necessarily attached to his regular, but he can empathize with him, and understand where he's coming from most of the time.
He glances up at the communicator, and one can see that he's disheveled, rather than primly put- ( Read more... )
When he actually appears on the video, the grin's already fading into a look of uncertainty. He starts to speak, then hesitates. See, this is so similar to something that happened to his regular, and it seems a shame not to remark on it, but it looks like Dean doesn't share Alex's 'point and laugh' philosophy of regular-torture and that the anecdote would therefore go unappreciated.
A moment longer, for the last of the grin to fade. ]
Aw shit, dude.
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...Alex.
[Dean nods, straightening up a little bit. It should be fairly easy to tell that he hasn't slept well in days. The dark circles under his eyes are evidence enough, if not the rumpled clothes and hair sticking out at odd angles.
He looks like he's about to fall to pieces.]
How, ah...how are you?
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Now, though, seems like the right time to step in again. Alex doesn't make a habit of worrying about people, but for Dean's appearance he makes an exception. ]
Same old, y'know, same like, old? Like, uh, uhh... totally cool, but like, you kinda... dude, you kinda look like shit?
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[He sounds mildly amused, but it's tinged with bitterness. He's definitely been better than this. It's Winchester's job to drink like a fish, not his. Dean Smith doesn't hold grudges for nearly as long as his realside, either, so it's a good thing that Alex has kept his distance for the time being.
It is nice to see a familiar face, though.]
It hasn't been a very good...well. Week.
[He's tired and on edge.]
I'm afraid there isn't much sympathy with my current company, either, unless you count his resident alien, but I've been...mostly keeping to myself.
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...Wait, who's an alien?
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[Dean rubs his temples, shaking his head. Talk about stress; he's the posterchild.]
It doesn't matter.
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[ Sure, why not.
...An attempt at being reassuring is go! ]
Hey - hey, hey dude, you don't haveta watch him if it's freaking you out. He's not you, just like, look away.
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[Dean lowers his voice.]
It was someone who looks exactly like Phil torturing someone who looks exactly like me. It's...it's just...psychologically unsettling, a-and disturbing, and...
[He trails off weakly.]
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Right, uh...
[ Alex has been blessed with the ability to not really give a damn, in a place where it's possible to do that and still thrive. He can tell where Dean is coming from, but it's sort of difficult for him to appreciate it. But the whole drugging fiasco has left him with a vague feeling of guilt, to which he is unaccustomed and which motivates him to at least give that appreciation a try. ]
Hey, you could casa del Alex if you want to like, get away from it or, you know, like, whatever. 'Cause my reggie like... blocks the main mirror anyway, so there's like. You can totally like, I dunno, pretend like there's only this side or like whatever.
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Dean is just going to keep an eye on anything he ingests.]
...I'd like that.
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