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"Are you okay?"
"Can I get you anything?"
"What do you need?"
Don't get me wrong, I love the guys, but the barriage of questions after a vision? Do nothing to help my mood. They're so... So goddamned helpeful. And I know they're only trying to make it easier on me but half the time? They just end up making it harder.
Oz, thankfully, doesn't do any of that.
He asks me once, after I've given him my address, if he's on the right track. I tell him yes and after that? Oz is silent, mostly, humming a song under his breath that I find strangely comforting.
I must have dozed off because when Oz is leaning over me, shaking me gently? We're home. And there's no more evil van motion making me think I'm gonna hurl.
We go into my apartment and within a second of us being there Phantom Dennis has got me a glass of water and two painkillers. I can almost feel him bristling at the whole presence-of-Oz thing. "Dennis, this is Oz," I say with a tired smile, "Oz? Dennis. My roommate."
"Can I get you anything?"
"What do you need?"
Don't get me wrong, I love the guys, but the barriage of questions after a vision? Do nothing to help my mood. They're so... So goddamned helpeful. And I know they're only trying to make it easier on me but half the time? They just end up making it harder.
Oz, thankfully, doesn't do any of that.
He asks me once, after I've given him my address, if he's on the right track. I tell him yes and after that? Oz is silent, mostly, humming a song under his breath that I find strangely comforting.
I must have dozed off because when Oz is leaning over me, shaking me gently? We're home. And there's no more evil van motion making me think I'm gonna hurl.
We go into my apartment and within a second of us being there Phantom Dennis has got me a glass of water and two painkillers. I can almost feel him bristling at the whole presence-of-Oz thing. "Dennis, this is Oz," I say with a tired smile, "Oz? Dennis. My roommate."