it's almost unnaturally quiet in the apartment but it's fine. he's been able to open the window and let some fresh air in now that the smell of burning and death seems to have eased away. the sun's out and he's only looked over his shoulder once or twice today.
it's fine despite the fact that he'd watched john and lorna follow clarice into a portal awhile ago after clarice's warning. it's fine that the struckers, still mourning reed, had left to spend time together and it's fine that marcos had volunteered to stay behind to keep an eye on daisy who thought running towards two mutants who could make things explode was a smart idea.
the injuries aren't dangerous, caitlin had said, but she hasn't woken up and he's been staring at her for what feels like hours. it's been long enough that zingo's gone from sitting at his feet to sitting across his lap. marcos has been scrolling through his phone, reading about what he assumes is esme's handiwork with benedict ryan.
he even, god help him, looked at farmville since an ad popped up while he'd been looking at news sites. ]
Come on, wake up.
[ it's not impatient but worried. caitlin couldn't predict when she'd wake up and the longer she stays so still and so pale means the more worried he gets. he's going to start pacing soon and zingo hates that.
sighing, he leans back and closes his eyes, rubbing his finger through zingo's hair. it feels like it's been awhile since he got sleep. a few days, maybe? he's not going to sleep now but he could just rest his eyes since daisy was doing plenty of that herself. ]
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it's almost unnaturally quiet in the apartment but it's fine. he's been able to open the window and let some fresh air in now that the smell of burning and death seems to have eased away. the sun's out and he's only looked over his shoulder once or twice today.
it's fine despite the fact that he'd watched john and lorna follow clarice into a portal awhile ago after clarice's warning. it's fine that the struckers, still mourning reed, had left to spend time together and it's fine that marcos had volunteered to stay behind to keep an eye on daisy who thought running towards two mutants who could make things explode was a smart idea.
the injuries aren't dangerous, caitlin had said, but she hasn't woken up and he's been staring at her for what feels like hours. it's been long enough that zingo's gone from sitting at his feet to sitting across his lap. marcos has been scrolling through his phone, reading about what he assumes is esme's handiwork with benedict ryan.
he even, god help him, looked at farmville since an ad popped up while he'd been looking at news sites. ]
Come on, wake up.
[ it's not impatient but worried. caitlin couldn't predict when she'd wake up and the longer she stays so still and so pale means the more worried he gets. he's going to start pacing soon and zingo hates that.
sighing, he leans back and closes his eyes, rubbing his finger through zingo's hair. it feels like it's been awhile since he got sleep. a few days, maybe? he's not going to sleep now but he could just rest his eyes since daisy was doing plenty of that herself. ]