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

[cannotemotealie]

[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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[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

[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.

[cannotemotealie]

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.

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

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.

[cannotemotealie]

[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?

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

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.

[cannotemotealie]

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.

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

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

[cannotemotealie]

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.]