cess-kincaid:
Cess came to the halfway house exhausted, hungry, thirsty, just about on her last leg, but she imagined that both Laura and Josh felt the same way. She was sipping on a gatorade when she walked in, a bag of a few more in her left hand. She had stopped at a relatively undisturbed gas station to get a few snacks and some waters, gatorades, things that might be helpful for the exhausted. She walked over to Josh and plonked her forehead against his shoulder, feeling like she could hardly hold herself up. “Fine but tired is my status report.” She groans and stands up, holding out a bottle of gatorade. “Your favorite if I recall? And you seem mostly in one piece but also like you’ve lost a little bit of your shine, where’s the turtlewax?” Cess offers him a tired grin. “You look tired, are you ok?” She knew what happened when Josh overdid it and it had been terrifying. She thought he was dead at one point – but he was standing here, in one piece, so she knew it wasn’t that bad but it was a fear that was hard to shake.
With so few people to care about these days the ones she did have, she would stay loyal to and mom them when she could.
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Josh took the bottle and paused long enough to drink about half of it before he put it down. “More than just look it,” he told her. “It’s been a long day.” He didn’t need to tell her that, since she’d been out there on the streets looking it in the face. He walked over and sat down by one of the windows, which was still boarded up. He’d open everything properly again eventually. Once Laura got back and someone else was around to make sure the rest of the building was safe and they didn’t have any unwanted stowaways (somehow) it could go back to normal. Whatever that was.
“So did you guys actually round anyone up, or should I give that credit to our fine SCPD officers? Or were they too busy trying to arrest the people actually helping? I couldn’t tell.” The news spun things how they wanted to.
“Yeah. It has,” she agrees leaning against the wall and opening up a can of salt and vinegar pringles. She watched him go to sit by the window and after a couple of chips she followed him and sat down. “Snacks.” She says handing him the bag.
“I did yeah. A fair few. And honestly fuck SCPD. I met the most asshole cop who was being so mean to this man. And listen I get it’s a tense time and you’re scared and this dude did attack him, and I swooped in to help, but these people are patients, Josh. And he was being so rough and threatening to arrest me and saying he wasn’t because I saved him but like,” she lets out an irritated exhale. “He said I thought I was better than him because I was a mutahuman or whatever and he wanted to remind me I wasn’t above him or the law apparently. Like Jesus dude. Don’t unpack your baggage at me.” She shakes her head. “It was a lot.”
