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[nofriendlyghost]

[Dated to just a few days after this.]

John knows how annoying and occasionally difficult it is to deal with those spirits that Just Won't Leave. Some stick around because they're not ready to accept their own death, some stick around because they feel they have a responsibility to those still living, and some are just pissed off. They're the ones

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[julesofsuburbia]

Five minutes after trudging up two flights of stairs and finding the Chief's apartment, Julian, standing inches from the door, remained motionless, his red-rimmed eyes unfocused.

How long had that door been there?

He leaned against it, ear pressed against wood, and closed his eyes.

"This is a very hard pillow," he mumbled incoherently.

[nofriendlyghost]

Lee doesn't have supernatural hearing, but the thunk of Julian's head against the door doesn't go unnoticed. "I think he's here," he calls to John, whose brows furrow.

"I didn't hear him knock."

"I think he did..." Lee squints at the door. "I heard something."

John arches an eyebrow and heads to the door, opening it without stopping to peer out the peephole.

[julesofsuburbia]

Julian, caught quite by surprise, jolted awake with a start as his support moved. With one hand he latched onto the door frame, and with the other... The Chief's shoulder. His breath shuddered and he stared intently at his hand on the door frame before he realized his situation.

He removed his hand from the Chief's shoulder, and scratched his jawline, a tick which, to those who know him, would signify his embarrassment.

Julian looked up at Casper and managed a small smile which managed to reach his almost bloodshot eyes.

"Hello, s--Chief."

[nofriendlyghost]

John doesn't look all that annoyed.

He almost looks sympathetic, actually.

"Agent Reese," he says, stepping back to let Julian in.

"Hey, Julian!" says Lee, who is now leaning over the arm of the couch. "You look like shit, man."

John isn't even going to bother facepalming.