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

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[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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I probably deserve it. Besides, if he does, Bones will just-- [He got quiet. Bones wouldn't do anything. He was dead. Jim swallowed hard.] You wanted another beer, right? [He turned and quickly headed into the kitchen to get another for Emo. Fuck that conversation. So what if he was running away from it.] So, this is Tranquility, huh?

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[Emo listened to Jim make his hasty way out of the room and sighed, rubbing his forehead. WTG, man.] Uh, yeah. To both of that - it's a shit little hick retirement place. [For superheroes. And he was stuck.] Not too bad a place, I guess. If you're forced to stay somewhere, might as well be here, that kinda thing.

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How long are you on house arrest for? [He asks from the kitchen. He takes longer than he probably needs to while getting the beer, but it's better than going out to face Emo and risk being stuck in a conversation.]

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Until I get all my community service shit done. I got... I think a year more of that shit before I can even try to talk Sheriff Lindo about getting out of this place. [He shrugged.] She doesn't have it in for me or anything but I can't guilt trip her into anything. It sucks.

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A year's not too bad. [He walks out and sets the beer on the end table beside Emo for him to take, relaxing on the couch again because it seemed like it was safe to return.] What'd you do? I don't think you ever told me.

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[He groped for the drink for a second and then opened it quick, taking a drink before relaxing into his chair and ignoring the sound of someone calling his name from the other room.] Uh. [Well, it wasn't like it was really a secret, anyway, it was in his records and it was publicly available around here-] Might as well tell you, it's not like it matters. Accessory, I got paid to distract a bunch of people at the Chik'n Go so some motherfucker could take out this old dude. [Another swig.]

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[A pause.] Take out as in kill? [Jim was starting to realize the kind of company he'd been keeping on the community. But, hell, some company was better than none and his entire ship was gone and his best friends with it, so. He wasn't in a position to be picky.] That's fucked up, man. [He finished off his beer.]

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[Emo bit his lip.] I didn't know. Dude paid me, told me and my crew to go cause a little ruckus, we did, and... well, c'mon. I'm a bad guy, it's how I roll, LOL. [He shrugged,] Besides, after I came around I helped beat off Satan or whatever the fuck he was, so I got some brownie points. Mr. Articulate probably wouldn't hold it against me, either. [Which was kind of shitty, now that he thought about it. The dude was pretty cool, even if his comics got a little culturally insensitive. He felt bad enough about the whole thing already.] He was a cool dude.

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[He didn't know who any of those people were, but it sounded like Emo felt guilty enough about it, so Jim just stayed quiet for a while, not sure what to say. It wasn't right to make his friend feel more like shit, but he just didn't have it in him to say 'it's okay.' Not right now.] I bet he was.

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[Oh, that judgemental-san bullshit had to stop right now. He tilted his head in Jim's general direction and frowned.] Hey, man, I'm doing my time for being a retard, all right? I'm not like Sylar, I don't go around killing people for looking at me funny or being insincere when they're flirting with me. [A) nobody flirts with him and B) that's a low blow, but you know what? He's irritated as shit.]

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Don't drag him into this. [Mostly because Jim was still worried that he wasn't okay because even if he was as pissed as he said he was, if he was playing the 'I'm a human with emotions' card with Jim, he would have at least commented to that accidental video post. Probably. He sat back in the couch, trying to collect his thoughts on Emo's situation and get off of the thought of how concerned he was about... all of his other friends.] And, I know. I believe you when you say you didn't know, and you're serving your time.

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I'm not - [Yes he was. Okay, shutting up now. He sighs when Jim speaks.] Good. I don't - you getting all bitchy and flouncing would fucking suck right now, is all.

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I wouldn't "flounce" on you right now, Emo. Period. You need me. [You're the only one who does and I need to be needed.]

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[I don't need you nearly got through his mouth before he stopped it; that'd be a dick move and it was a fucking lie, anyway. This wasn't a lying virus, it was a your worst fears manifest virus.] ...Yeah, okay. Maybe I do - but you don't tell anybody. Not even Sylar. [Another one of those weak grins,] He'd think you were cheating on him with me and then we'd both be fucked instead of just you. You know how emotional he gets.

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He'd get jealous and kill you, and then I'd feel bad. [There was a smile on his face because it was remembering 'the good times' before he had fucked up every relationship he had except for this one.]

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Knowing him he'd just go eat a gallon of ice cream and make you tell him how beautiful he is. [He laughed, finished his beer in a few quick gulps,] I really gotta wonder what his girlfriend must be thinking. How's a guy like him get a girl while all I get is you and warm beer?

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[And all Jim had was nothing. It was hard not to mention the jab he felt at that comment, so instead he joked it off. Because, that was what he did best.] I already complimented his hair once this week, twice would be too far. Besides, from what I hear, his girlfriend's just as crazy as him.

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[See, the thing was that Emo totally realized he'd said it, but there was the fact that Jim didn't seem to care. Okay. He'd make up for it, hopefully.] No fucking kidding, I wouldn't even be surprised. [Change the subject, somehow, his girlfriend was useless conversation fodder.] Can he really not get drunk? I think he was bullshitting me.

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I'd have to have Bones check him out to be sure, but he showed me that he can heal. I guess if you think hard about it, [which Jim wasn't planning on doing] it could extend to keeping him from getting drunk, too.

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[He tried really hard to ignore the "Bones" comment.] Huh. Motherfucker, that just means I have to get creative. ...Oh, BTW. I got him a paintball gun for his birthday, so I'd be careful at the party.

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[He paused, and the realization that his entire crew just died hit him like a train and he had to try his damndest to hold it together.] ...Emo, I don't think I'm going to make it to your party.

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[He sighed.] Yeah, I kinda figured that. [He groaned and shifted; he wanted to stand up and pace again but if that goddamned whispering and handgrabbing came back, he'd be worse off than before.] Look, dude, I know you're not big on the emotional upheaval and shit, and I'm no good at this being Dr. Phil or anything, but, uh. Well, y'know. You can talk. [God damn, he was a dumbass.]

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Sorry. [It was muttered, he tried not to let Emo's words get to him because fuck he was better than this, he couldn't just let himself go. He'd had a life he was perfectly happy with - mostly, okay, no, that was a lie. The point was that he had a life before Star Fleet and he'd have a life after so he had nothing to bitch about. It was his own fuck up and he'd deal with it on his own.] I don't really think talking will do anything about it.

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Don't be sorry. [Okay, maybe he wasn't the best at this but for Jim he'd try.] It probably won't help anybody but you, and since you're who I'm giving a shit about, I say that works for both of us.

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If I wanted to talk about what happened, I would have seen one of the dozen shrinks Star Fleet offered. [Fuck. He shouldn't have mentioned that he'd neglected to see a shrink about the incident whatsoever. Probably had something to do with his 'strongly suggested' resignation, come to think of it.]