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[rage_andlove]

It takes him a few hours to figure it out. They don't spend every fucking minute together, but, still, he's got used to being around her. Being around her made him feel kind of quiet in a way that he hasn't since Jingletown, lying side by side with Will on a single bed. Getting high. It's her thigs that seal it; there's nothing in her room when

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[youlosetrack]

"You look like shit."

It's a simple statement, not meant to hurt Tunny but simply let Mace know he's there. He doesn't feel much better, having strained his leg a little while trying to work his way back up to jogging, and the half mile forced walk back left him limping and drenched in sweat from the exertion.

"What the hell happened to you?"

[rage_andlove]

"Fuck off," mumbles Tunny, no real heat or heart behind it, bending his head to light the cigarette between his lips. He wipes at his face with his fingers. He doesn't even look at Mace.

He takes a long drag and blows smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

"It's nothing. Doesn't matter."

[youlosetrack]

Mace simply shrugs and ignores Tunny, sitting down on the step upwind of the cigarette smoke. If Tunny doesn't want to talk, he isn't going to force the issue, but Mace wonders if there isn't some unspoken rule that someone has to be fucked up in some way from time to time.

"I went running," he says. "Fucked up my leg a little."

[rage_andlove]

"Serves you right," says Tunny and it's a long moment before he glances over at him. There's concern on his face; he's actually grateful that Mace has given him something else to focus on.

"How bad?"

[darkest_hunter]

Once he'd officially found a hut to take over, Nick found himself wandering the island a lot, getting a feel for the people and the layout. While he never totally let his guard down, and still carried the sword on his back, he was relaxing more every day.

Today he was searching for clothes - the beach and Docs didn't really mesh - but stopped when he saw one of the guys he'd first met sitting there, unlit cigarette in his lips and looking...well, looking like he usually did. Like the universe was out for nothing more than to fuck him over.

"Tunny? You all right, or is it my turn to lead the way to the bar?"

[rage_andlove]

It takes him a moment to think of the guy's name. For a moment, there's nothing in his head at all. He bends to light the cigarette and then finally glances up. Nick. The guy's name is NIck. They met the other day.

"I don't think it'd be a good idea to get me drunk, man."

[darkest_hunter]

Nick nodded. He's had enough to catch a buzz over the past few years, but he hasn't been drunk since Ambrose took residence. Sometimes losing even that much control is a bad idea.

"Fair enough. Anything else I can offer? If you need to hit something, I'm pretty hearty."

[rage_andlove]

"I don't want to hit you, man," says Tunny, taking a long drag on his cigarette. He wipes his face with the heel of his hand. "It's nothing. Really. People come and go all the fuckin' time."

[rage_andlove]

It's a long moment before Tunny even acknowledges Shuya. He bends his head to light his cigarette, takes a long drag on it and flicks the ash away before he glances over. He wipes his face with the heel of his hand.

"Hey."

[rage_andlove]

"Hey," he says, clearing his throat. He offers Shuya the cigarette without really thinking about it.

"A friend's gone," he says.

[first_pink_lady]

She stops full tilt when she sees him, her fingers tightening around her clutch. She's not... right, these days. It's the booze she tipped into her morning coffee, hating how she'd learned the perfect ratio from her mother, it's the way she wears sunglasses all the damn day now, hiding her eyes, and mostly avoids people unless she forces herself and has something alcoholic to hand. She's at least stopped going to the WInchester until she blacked out, waking up with a string of different people in her bed, or the distinct evidence that they'd just left. She can't deal with anybody else's problems, on top of her own

[rage_andlove]

Without a word, he leans forward and lights his cigarette from her match. He takes a long drag and blows smoke out of the corner of his mouth. He swallows and looks over at her. And then he wipes at his face with the heel of his hand.

"Hey," he says, voice rough.

[first_pink_lady]

"Hey there, sailor." She pushed up her sunglasses further on her nose, inhaling her own cigarette and pointedly not looking at him. She doesn't want to talk, not really, not about whatever it took to get a guy like him to cry - not about disappearances, or reminders from home, or whatever else the fuck it was.

[rage_andlove]

"Hey, Rizzo," he says, flicking ash from his cigarette and staring off into space for a moment. "Look - I know you probably fucking hate me, but do you want to go and get shit-faced?"

[new_ophelia]

"You bleeding," Sam announces, pointing to his finger. Kate feels almost certain that it's Jack's influences that compels Sam to do things like that. "Sorry to bother you," she murmurs, trying to catch him before he grabs at the hand.

[rage_andlove]

For a moment, he doesn't know how to respond, but then he clears his throat and looks down at his hands. He plucks the cigarette from between his lips and slots it behind his ear.

"It's okay," he says, glancing up at the kid's mom. "Yeah, buddy, I am. It's okay, though."

[new_ophelia]

Kate mouths a 'sorry' as Sam plops himself right down next to the stranger. "Does it hurt?" Sam asks, kicking his short little legs out. "Want a bandaid?"

[rage_andlove]

It's more than okay. It gives him a reason to pull himself together. He rubs his thumb across a torn knuckle.

"Hurts a little bit, dude, but I'll live," he says, flashing him a watery smile. "I could use a band-aid if you've got one, though."