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shifted_logs2010-06-02 05:10 am
gotitwrong) wrote in shifted_logs2010-06-02 05:10 am
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Characters: Chris (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
knowswheregodis) and Ray (gotitwrong)
Location: Their flat.
Time: After this.
Summary: :| idk chris is traumatised always and forever
Warnings: ray and chris adventures
He almost enjoyed the walk home. It let him clear his head a little, try to put his thoughts in order, and figure out what he was going to do with Chris - as well as the body. Even though the div had tossed him back a grin and tried to sound like he was okay, he knew it was a bald faced lie.
It didn't help, either, that some paranoid part of his mind was eating away at him, saying he shouldn't have let Chris go off on his own, Chris was his responsibility, and he might get to the flat only to find Chris wasn't there. That maybe, maybe he had started just crying in the car and driven himself up a pole. And of course, it would be the fault of only one man: Ray Carling.
He scowled and hunched his shoulders. He didn't like those sorts of thoughts intruding on him, so when he finally got to their flat and saw the car parked, he couldn't help but grin. Of course Chris was fine. He shouldn't have even entertained the idea...
Ray jogged up the stairs and went to go in, only to find the doors locked. That was one thing Chris didn't usually do - especially when he had the keys. Ray sighed, and unsure if Chris was still in the shower or not, pulled out a pick. It wasn't the first time he had to pick the lock to his own door; though that was usually due to him forgetting the keys when he was still half drunk.
knowswheregodis) and Ray (gotitwrong)Location: Their flat.
Time: After this.
Summary: :| idk chris is traumatised always and forever
Warnings: ray and chris adventures
He almost enjoyed the walk home. It let him clear his head a little, try to put his thoughts in order, and figure out what he was going to do with Chris - as well as the body. Even though the div had tossed him back a grin and tried to sound like he was okay, he knew it was a bald faced lie.
It didn't help, either, that some paranoid part of his mind was eating away at him, saying he shouldn't have let Chris go off on his own, Chris was his responsibility, and he might get to the flat only to find Chris wasn't there. That maybe, maybe he had started just crying in the car and driven himself up a pole. And of course, it would be the fault of only one man: Ray Carling.
He scowled and hunched his shoulders. He didn't like those sorts of thoughts intruding on him, so when he finally got to their flat and saw the car parked, he couldn't help but grin. Of course Chris was fine. He shouldn't have even entertained the idea...
Ray jogged up the stairs and went to go in, only to find the doors locked. That was one thing Chris didn't usually do - especially when he had the keys. Ray sighed, and unsure if Chris was still in the shower or not, pulled out a pick. It wasn't the first time he had to pick the lock to his own door; though that was usually due to him forgetting the keys when he was still half drunk.
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Ray sniffed disdainfully at his own words, but he knew it was true, more or less. He had a scar down his face from the first day he and Chris could get to the damn place. And that confrontation lead into a later one where Chris almost had his damn neck broken. Them getting blown up wasn't his fault, but you know, there was probably some way to keep Chris out of it.
"Just not havin' a very good track record when it comes to up there. And this were pretty much the least of the lot." He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. "Meant what I said though. 'bout bein' sorry an' all."