29. juxtaposition

[orderfromchaos]

[Video]

[Grumpy Dillon is grumpy. His clothes from over a month ago are unwrinkled, and he has no bedhead, but he manages to look groggy anyway.]

So, while I was unconscious for a month, Hangover ate all my socks. Or sucked the reality out of them, or whatever he does.

[The camera swings around to see a bobbing lavender jellyfish like creature, wriggling self-consciously on a few sad strands of translucent yarn. Squiddle shaming!

Back to Dillon.]

So can I borrow some, maybe?


[Filtered to Tucky, Dillon, Bucky, Jean, Iris, Abigail, Horatio, Chris, Helena, Gene, Snafu, and Scott]

What's up with you guys? Are you okay? I feel more out of touch than I did breaking out of prison.


[Spam for Merlin]

[Once he's checked in with people, he goes searching for Merlin, ends up discovering him in the infirmary which is, frankly, perfect, since he's stuck on shift. Dillon grabs a wheelie chair and scoots next to him, forcing himself to tamp down his anger. Just from the set of his shoulders, it's clear the guy is kind of messed up.]

Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute?

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[badgerms]

What else you need to get through, later?

[orderfromchaos]

Grief, guilt, prison?

[You know, the obvious stuff.]

Possibly aliens.

[This sounds like bullshit. And yet.]

[badgerms]

Aliens.

[Flatly. But not really disbelievingly because. Well. Look where they are.]

How'd some broad help you to get over aliens?

[orderfromchaos]

[He shrugs. He can't explain how it's better, bearable, staring down an invasion that has him completely outclassed, but at least there's someone who doesn't hate him, or worship him, or want to use him.]

She dragged my shot-up body into a truck and got me the hell out of prison so I could start working on it. The rest is - kind of a work in progress?

[She was also one of the people who shot him. But, well, details.]

I'm just glad I don't have to figure it out alone.