Fight Continued
When JD wakes, he nearly jumps and falls right off the couch, because Ben is standing across from him on the other side of the couch.
"Geeze." He mutters, sitting up and looking at Ben. "Do you have to go around scaring the shit out of people?"
"Well, y'know." His voice is quiet and bitter.
It makes JD tense and clear his throat as he remembers the way their last conversation had ended. "Are... we still fighting?"
"I don't know." Ben folds his arms over his chest, feet planted firmly. There's no camera in sight. "Are we?"
"I'll take that as a yes..." JD mumbles and stands. "Look I really don't want to do this right now. I was just sick. I'm feeling better, but... I don't know what you want me to say or do or-"
"There isn't anything I want from you, JD. I thought I could do this now, but I can't. I can't. I look at you... and it just... it makes me so angry. I can't even be in the same room with you without... forcing myself not to punch you."
JD looks at him, mouth falling open slightly in surprise. "You... will that make you feel better? ...then go ahead." He walks up to Ben so that their chests are nearly touching and tilts his head back, placing his chin at a better position to be hit with Ben's fist. "Go ahead. Punch me, cause I got what you couldn't, Ben."
He regrets the words as soon as they come out and he hopes to God, Ben will punch him, because he deserves it right about now.
Ben's fist is clenched at his side as he stares at JD, tries to hold back, unable to remember the last time he'd felt this pissed, this betrayed... this hurt. And he wishes he could talk to Perry instead, but it's so damn easy to be angry at JD.
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"Geeze." He mutters, sitting up and looking at Ben. "Do you have to go around scaring the shit out of people?"
"Well, y'know." His voice is quiet and bitter.
It makes JD tense and clear his throat as he remembers the way their last conversation had ended. "Are... we still fighting?"
"I don't know." Ben folds his arms over his chest, feet planted firmly. There's no camera in sight. "Are we?"
"I'll take that as a yes..." JD mumbles and stands. "Look I really don't want to do this right now. I was just sick. I'm feeling better, but... I don't know what you want me to say or do or-"
"There isn't anything I want from you, JD. I thought I could do this now, but I can't. I can't. I look at you... and it just... it makes me so angry. I can't even be in the same room with you without... forcing myself not to punch you."
JD looks at him, mouth falling open slightly in surprise. "You... will that make you feel better? ...then go ahead." He walks up to Ben so that their chests are nearly touching and tilts his head back, placing his chin at a better position to be hit with Ben's fist. "Go ahead. Punch me, cause I got what you couldn't, Ben."
He regrets the words as soon as they come out and he hopes to God, Ben will punch him, because he deserves it right about now.
Ben's fist is clenched at his side as he stares at JD, tries to hold back, unable to remember the last time he'd felt this pissed, this betrayed... this hurt. And he wishes he could talk to Perry instead, but it's so damn easy to be angry at JD.
Feel free to interrupt or... watch the boys.