A Severe Case of Sexuality Overdose

[playingstupid]

Josh wasn't feeling all that well. Physically, he was kind of hungry, but besides that he was fine. Meanwhile, he was psychologically a bit unhinged around the edges. After his conversation with Guy, he was all kinds of confused, pissed off, and upset. In no particular order

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[flowers_on_skin]

When Josh walked into the kitchen, Eostre, installed, as usual, in her armchair square under the air vent, raised an eyebrow. She waited for him to notice her, but it didn't happen.

"Josh?" she said, finally, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement. "I thought I was physically too big to be missed."

[playingstupid]

Josh tilted his head in her general direction, his eyebrows raising steadily and his forehead wrinkling inch by inch. "Mmmm?" He was distracted. Very distracted. "Oh, yeah." His gaze drifted off over her shoulder lazily. "You're huge, Eostre. I mean, no offense." Had he been of sound mind, he probably would have realized just how much trouble he could end up in.

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre raised both eyebrows, snorted and lifted the magazine which she'd lowered into her lap, effectively blocking him from view. The bookshelf was going through a phase of giving her nothing but old fashion magazines, pictures of beautiful dresses that she felt like she was never going to fit into again.

[playingstupid]

He stared blankly at a spot somewhere past her left shoulder, his mind swarming with random thoughts, and yet still somehow blank. "You have sex with women." He turned to look at her now, suddenly interested. "Wasn't the first time weird? I mean, didn't it feel weird when you knew you wanted to kiss a woman?" He was struggling, grasping at whatever he could get a hold on.

[sortofaman]

It had been a long time, but it was hard to forget the guy who had made that...well, to call it a pizza was to be charitable beyond the Doctor's ability.

He'd gone to get coffee and tea for the house (like he'd risk Sarah Jane and Gwen's wrath? not bloody likely), when he stumbled across a rather disheveled looking man. The 'pizza' man. He poured himself, and the guy...Josh, he thought, a cup of coffee.

"You look like hell," he said, setting the mug down on the table.

[playingstupid]

Josh stared down at the mug before wrapping his hand around it and glancing up at the man in front of him. "Yeah, well, that sounds about right." He squinted a moment. "We've met before, right? I feel like I see you around here a lot."

[sortofaman]

"The Doctor," the Doctor said. "We did meet once, yeah, when you were making that unfortunate pizza. And I'm around a lot. So..." He shrugged one shoulder and sat down, not pushing anything. "Figured coffee would go over better than tea?"

[playingstupid]

Ah, yes, the pizza. "Ah, yes, right." He looked down at the mug, only half seeing it. "Thanks, coffee is great." He took a long sip, ignoring the fact that half his tongue got burnt in the process.

[notplaying]

"Stop making noises like a kicked puppy," Toby said, walking into the kitchen with an empty mug that was in desperate need of refilling.

"You know I hate those noises. What's wrong with you?"

[playingstupid]

Josh turned his face toward Toby, his hand immobile, thereby smushing his cheek and mouth against his knuckles. He made another intelligble sound and leaned back, shaking his head at Toby. "Yeah, yeah. I just... I've had a crappy past few weeks." He wrinkled his forehead, staring nowhere in particular. "And confusing, too." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's nothing."

[notplaying]

"It's clearly not nothing if you're moping," Toby said, moving to sit on the sofa, "regardless of how prone to whining you are by default."

[playingstupid]

"Yeah, well." He didn't really have a response for that. And he really didn't want to be talking to Toby about this, but... "You know how you were with CJ? You know... with CJ? And how the island let you... I dunno, do things you wouldn't have at home? Since there wasn't work or anything in the way?" He just kind of blurted it all out at once, the words stringing together in one long, run-on thought.

[playingtheenemy]

She was eating, but that was nothing new, and today she was eating self-made cookies by the handful, giving Josh a curious look. "Josh?" she asked, curiously. "Is there a reason you're setting the standard for hobos with your clothes?"

[playingstupid]

"It's a new island fashion." He grumped at her. "I wanted to wear my old clothes. Is that such a crime?" He sighed again, frowning to himself.

[playingtheenemy]

And he was apparently very cranky and she took a crumbly bite of a cookie, looking him over. "You're also frowning. Frowning is never a good sign, really."

[playingstupid]

He sighed, his face falling. "No, not a good sign." His face rumpled up again, unable to stay cheery or even apathetic for long.

[patriotqueen]

Guy just needed something quick to eat and then he plaaned to go back to bed, not minding what the hour was. He was wearing his sweat-shirt, the one Michael kept 'borrowing', with the Union Jack on it and hadn't even bothered to put on some shoes.

"Morning." He said to Josh, who looked hung-over more than anything else. Was it morning? He hadn't even bothered checking the time.

[playingstupid]

Josh glanced over at him and then blinked. Hard. Oh, good lord. What the fuck. He took a slow breath and tried to Act Normal. "Morning."

[patriotqueen]

Guy grinned as the conclusion became apparent; Josh was definitely hung-over. "Rough night?"

[playingstupid]

Josh snorted. Right. "Kind of. I've had better." And I've had worse, you insensitive jackass. He bit the inside of his lip and ground his teeth together. Fuck. Since when I am I such a friggin overemotional girl. Jesus H.