[Complete] Johnny + Elena

[5andahalfminute]

Who: Johnny and Elena
When: Now-ish
Where: Johnny's house
Rating: TBA, there'll be drinking?
Warnings: Johnny's crazy kk
Summary: Johnny has an omg!breakdown, and huge scary voice knowing about him isn't helping. XD~ He asks Elena for alcohol~.

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[im_not_a_rookie]

Elena did the best she could to get out of the office; it was a slow day, and they wouldn't notice if she was gone. After putting a notice on her journal, she took off running, legs pumping, breath burning her throat, clenching her lungs. Her home wasn't far, and after gathering all the things she had promised, candles, string, some metal pieces for make shift bells, and a bottle of bourbon she had picked up the day before for Johnny alone. Packing it all in a bag, the hefted it over her shoulder, and dashed out the door again.

She remembered the way to Johnny's house well, and she was proud of herself that she only got turned around once. She really hated the city, wanted to have a map to keep in her pocket, but she didn't dwell on it as she righted herself and finished the run.

Panting, she knocked on the door, head hanging low as she tried to gather air into her aching lungs.

"Johnny? It...it's me..."

[5andahalfminute]

Even if the knock was expected, he still jumped. He was so skittish right now, a pin drop could've made him run and hide. He gave a small grunt, and stood up slowly -- meandering to the door and opening it a sliver at a time. One eye peeked out of the crack in the doorway, just to verify it was Elena, and then the door opened fully.

"Elena."

A rather limp gesture was made for her to come in.

[im_not_a_rookie]

Shiva, he looked like hell, and it broke her heart. Sure, they all took coming here hard, but this... this was worse that everyone else's realizations combined. Chewing her bottom lip, she slid inside, already taking the sack off her shoulder and letting it drop to the floor softly. Kneeling down, she started to unpack the items, laying them out on the floor with the bottle being pulled last.

"Johnny..." She let his name trail off her lips, before frowning. "You look like shit." And she was sorry in her eyes, but didn't say it; she was just being honest, after all.

"What pushed you this far?"

[5andahalfminute]

After she entered, he closed the door snugly and followed behind her. He sat on the floor next to her, legs tucked indian style -- spine slumped, shoulders sagging. Dark eyes focused on the bottle as she pulled it out, and he sighed.

"It. almost got in. Almost got me. And then, on top of that...that thing. That other thing...and...haven't slept for days, still can't sleep...Haven't ever been able to sleep since..."

He was all mumbles and broken sentences trailing off into silence. He ran his hands through his hair and he huffed a sigh.