"Get in the bloody bed, you great idiot, and stop being ridiculous ( Read more... )

The horses? Well, there's been a few of them milling around in the areas since they came back from the quest. They are now, however, loaded up with a number of bags and food. Stephen sits on one and keeps peering at the door to the bar.

"Ouch."

He shifts ever so slightly and his eyes open.

"I love you..."It's said small, scared. Because he feels like an idiot, something he hates to feel like. He feels like an idiot because he pulled an absolute FIT and he doesn't even know the reason behind it now. And now Michael is asleep, but he can see the worry in his face, see the tear-tracks down his cheeks, and he feels like an absolute ( Read more... )

"Oh my fucking God ( Read more... )

"Oh god ( Read more... )

"Michael...we have to talk."

( It's Michael's Room... )

He's been dozing mildly all night, falling asleep but not, always still a little awake because the chair is damn uncomfortable. Every once in a while, when he's awake, he's checked on Charlie: made sure he was breathing, made sure his heart was beating...but the little man seems to doing a good impression of the dead for all that he's not, ( Read more... )