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[smokeeasy]

Characters: smokeeasy and bulletcarnage
Location: Casualty Communal, Heine's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 29 (evening) until August 30 (late night), after this and this (both still in progress).
Description: The best way to deal with stress, let-down, and feeling generally disheartened? Sit on a friend's couch and play video games. Oh, and talk. The talk is

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[bulletcarnage]

Badou was special. Not in a sparkles and rainbows kind of way, but in a one-in-a-million kind of way. And not in a sappy, mushy one-in-a-million kind of way either. It was instead the one-in-a-million that meant he had somehow stumbled over the one person who Heine could just trust to get him. He got where Heine was coming from, knew how fucked up and dangerous he was and didn't care, understood, shared and returned his warped sense of humour, and never, not once, judged him.

To Heine, though he'd never said it, that was worth so much, and even if Badou had stopped by out of chance it had been as well-timed as if Heine had asked him to come over himself. Badou was hit-and-miss with being on time, but when he hit then he hit it well. It wasn't like opening the door and seeing the red-head there had cast an obvious shadow of relief over the albino's face--in fact his expression remained rather blank as he shrugged and jerked his head toward the inside of the room to welcome Badou in--but inside there was definitely something.

And the way Badou handled Heine's moods was something else too. It was patient and laid-back and everything someone like Heine needed.

The gaming helped to. It filled silences, it distracted them, it passed time. And when they were both awake at the same time and playing the damn racing game again (Heine preferred the beat-em-ups), he broke the 24-hour silence without batting an eyelid, looking away from the screen or missing pulling his virtual car around the virtual corner.

"Our resonance broke."