Blackbird singing in the dead of night...
JD is outside in a sleeping bag on top of the snow. He's been here since last night actually.
Xander got up and left a few minutes ago, dragging his sleeping bag behind him and complaining of frozen joints.
They shared s'mores and Dr. Peppers, but didn't really talk much after both admitting to having played a part in their best friends' deaths. There was blissful sleep, and then Xander left without a word and JD stayed.
It's easier in the snow.
Life is more numb when it's all... iced over. And he doesn't have to think about Ben being dead and April being gone with the Doctor and Dr. Cox hating him. If only temporarily, it can all still hurt if he lets it. So the snow helps.
Xander has come inside and is wiping the snow out of his hair with a heavy sigh. It's time to go home, but the bruise on his arm that looks a lot like finger prints aches and seems to beg him to wait a while longer.
They are both free and good 'n angsty for approaching.
Xander got up and left a few minutes ago, dragging his sleeping bag behind him and complaining of frozen joints.
They shared s'mores and Dr. Peppers, but didn't really talk much after both admitting to having played a part in their best friends' deaths. There was blissful sleep, and then Xander left without a word and JD stayed.
It's easier in the snow.
Life is more numb when it's all... iced over. And he doesn't have to think about Ben being dead and April being gone with the Doctor and Dr. Cox hating him. If only temporarily, it can all still hurt if he lets it. So the snow helps.
Xander has come inside and is wiping the snow out of his hair with a heavy sigh. It's time to go home, but the bruise on his arm that looks a lot like finger prints aches and seems to beg him to wait a while longer.
They are both free and good 'n angsty for approaching.