cannotemotealie | [RL with Kirk - are you afraid of the dark?]

[Emo knows that, logically, there's nothing really awful going on here. His mask is gone - so what? Go to bed, sleep through the day, call in sick to work, it'll be fine after the virus wears off. It has to be a virus too because he doesn't just misplace his eyes. But there are sounds in his house and it's a shitty place with shitty locks and what if the virus has nothing to do with the sounds? What if there's - what if someone's in here and he can't see so he can't fight them off and what if they lock him in a closet and burn the goddamned place down or something? He doesn't know what people might do to him and that's the worst part.

At least he can maybe help out Kirk, and then not focus on this, but shit, he can't just wander around without the goddamned mask because that'll put everyone off their fucking lunch. Dinner. God it's so early in the morning, he could just go to sleep -

He struggles out of his room, moves through the living room by memory and reaches the kitchen, groping around for a towel and throwing it over his face before collapsing into a chair - or, misplacing the chair and instead collapsing to the floor.] Fuck!

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[He laughed for once, instead of just chuckling a little "LOL" like the internet personified.] Yeah, why's that? Vecause I never got a big fancy chair and I never blew up a damned fucking starship and killed everyone on board? How'd you live, BTW? Did you walk way there, too?

[Jim grabbed him by the front of his shirt again, but this time drove him back into the wall with it and punched - once, twice, then stopped entirely and backed off, as if he had come to some realization. And, he had. He'd done this barely a year ago to Spock for the same goddamn reason. And, hell if it didn't just make him more upset to remember that because Spock was dead now but he wasn't going to let it work on him.]

You're a fucking asshole, Emo.

[Okay. Okay ow. Emo groaned and grabbed his face when Jim pulled back, sinking to the floor. He pressed his tongue against a tooth and felt it wiggle. Fuck, he didn't have enough teeth for this shit.] I'm pretty sure that's the reason you got decommissioned. [But he's not trying to be mean, this time; he tilts his head back and groans.] You really got to talk to someone, bro. Sorry about the pimp slap, too, shit comes naturally when you're fighting blind. [Not sorry about the whole thing, though. He felt a lot calmer, somehow.]

No. Pike made me resign because I make Star Fleet look like shit because I can't command a starship out of a crisis without killing 95% of the people on it. [He says this almost calmly. He sinks back into the couch.] Sorry about... well. Whatever. You knew what you were doing.

Pike's a fucking jackass. [He rubbed his jaw, then leaned over and grabbed for the towel he knew he dropped somewhere around here. Finding that, he tried for cleaning himself up a bit.] I don't need you apologizing to me. You're right, I did know what I was doing. You weren't going to talk, and I heard somewhere that fist fights were a rite of passage. [A grimace,] Probably better if I could actually see where I was throwing them, but whatever.

[It didn't make him smile because, fuck, he'd still lost everyone important to him, but the fact that Emo made that effort to be his friend... it definitely made the pain lessen.] I don't want to talk to anyone about it. I just want to... I don't know what I'm going to do, man. Not go back to Riverside.

Yeah, I got that pretty much when you stopped backsassin' me and started throwing me into the wall. [He was actually pretty amused by that - how many bottomfeeders on Star Trek websites could say they got their asses kicked by Captain Kirk? (Ex-Captain. That didn't feel right.)] You got a community full of worldhoppers, man, you can go anywhere you want. Don't go somewhere you don't want to go.

Maybe I'll go apologize to Sylar first. [All of his friends were dead. It was time to treat the ones he had left better.] Don't know where I'd even start to look, I don't think "our" house was his actual place.

[Emo nodded.] Yeah, that might work. You'd think he'd be flattered, man. [And considering he didn't really know all that much about Sylar - after all, when he met him he was in a familial relationship with Giselle and went by Gabriel - it was hard to give an educated guess.] You could try asking the community? Or just asking him, man. You got his number, don't you?

I have a feeling he'd screen my calls. But, I'll give it a shot. Tomorrow, though. You don't mind if I crash out on your couch, do you, man? I'll be here if you need me, that way.

Yeah, sure, bro. [He tossed the towel in the general direction of the kitchen - he'd fix it later.] Just don't tell anybody I let you beat me up. They might take it the wrong way.

Yeah, I'm not exactly going to go around bragging that I laid into you while you couldn't see, man.

I could take you blind, man. I'm fucking like Daredevil or some shit. [He gestured around.] There's like... blankets and shit in the closet or something. I think. I dunno, the place came with most of this shit. Use whatever you want. I'm going to... sit here for a minute. [You know, maybe the virus will wear off quick? So he won't have to wander to his room - or make Jim help him.]

[RL with Kirk - are you afraid of the dark?]

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