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Burger Run || Sebastian & Chase

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“Sounds good,” he nodded, smoking through the night actually kinda sounded like the best idea ever.

Chase had a roommate? That was news to him. “Uh, sure. Hey, thinks for hanging out. We should do this again sometime…” He looked around and got low to whisper, “maybe when I’m less high next time.”

At least they had the same idea of a half-decent night. It would’ve been much worse if Sebastian were the type to demand they actually do something, but thankfully the guy’s just as antisocial and introverted as himself. No anxiety, just chain-smoking and trying out recipes, which Chase considered a relatively therapeutic time.

“I think I like you better when you’re high.” There’s a playful lilt to his tone as he whispers across the table, not intending it as an insult or mocking reply. “You seem happier to taste test my food. And your chances of winning Mario Kart lowers, which is a bonus. You know where to reach me if you ever wanna talk.”

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Cause and Constellation || Open

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Nights had always been a favorite of Sabrina’s. It was the one time during the twenty-four hours that she was able to relax, breathe, and enjoy some of her other hobbies. A nice stroll, leisure reading, small crafting, and on occasion, baking - to name a few. Tonight was the night that she took a stroll in the park with a book in hand, just in case she found a nice place to sit.

Her eyes traced the sky, mapping out the different constellations she had read about. She even looked back on the ones that she made up as a child. It brought a smile to her face with a quiet chuckle under her breath. It made her miss home, her father, and the people she had grown to know there. She missed it all, but she was doing well for herself here, too. It was a part of her dream.

!!!

Sabrina gasped. Suddenly, during her walk, she came across a man lying on the ground. Still as a log.

“A-are you okay?”

The peace is a welcome change. Not many nights like these after moving in with Gray, there was plenty of sarcasm and banter to fill in the empty spaces where conversation should be-- and that’s what Chase was adjusting to the absence of, just as he heard someone gasp somewhere to the right of him.

Though his eyes flicker open when he hears a girl ask if someone’s okay, Chase almost doesn’t anticipate himself as the one she’s speaking to. It looks like she was out for a late night read, if that book in her hands says anything, and his lips are pursing in a straight line as he tries to think of how to phrase this without seeming weird.

“I’m fine.” It’s a short, terse reply, but he’s never been good at associating with strangers. Maybe they’ve met before, if she’s come around the restaurant in the past, but he normally spent his time behind the counter and that was how he liked it. “Just, um... enjoying the night air. Ha ha. It’s quiet out here. Good for reading.”

Way to go, Chase, you made yourself seem even weirder by trying not to be weird.

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5 Missed Calls || Open

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That was certainly not a good reaction. Harvey is quick to act, reaching to catch him before he hits the ground, and lays him down gently on his beck. No injuries, he was breathing, and those were all good signs for a situation like this.

However, if he didn’t wake up soon, it could be a much more dire situation, and Harvey had no idea of his medical history. Harvey’s eyes cast about and landed on a chair. He dragged it over and propped up the man’s feet, which would encourage blood flow to his head. He came back to sit at his side. “Can you hear me?” His heavy hand fell on the man’s shoulder and shook it. If he didn’t wake soon, he would be calling emergency services shortly.

Luckily for Harvey, and not-so-luckily for Chase, there isn’t a very large window of time where the blonde is out like a light. One moment he’s immersed in the nothing, and the next he’s feeling a warm hand on his shoulder, simultaneously far away and still moderately comforting given where he is.

It’s that voice filtering into his mind that pulls him completely away from the matte dark, and after suddenly remembering the position he’s in, Chase’s eyes are flickering open only to find that Harvey’s propped up his feet on a chair and the chef has thoroughly gone and embarrassed himself. Blood flow must be returning to the rest of his body, but his heart is still fluttering away.

He tries to launch himself up into a sitting position, but he realizes he’s moving a little too fast for his limbs to keep up just a tad too late. Chase mutters a soft ‘fuck’ as his hands reach up to his own face, eyes cast toward the ceiling, sprawled out on his back in the hallway like a complete and total moron. In front of the same guy whose presence he’d genuinely enjoyed just a few nights before, no less.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” anything to reassure them both. The last thing he needed was someone fretting over him, doctor or not. “I’m doing fine. I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute,”

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Cause and Constellation || Open

Mornings were nice, but so were nights, if the mood was right and the temperature was willing. It was one of those warmer nights, before winter completely set in and ruined his mood, and Chase found himself alone. No responsibilities the next day, no voice to talk to, just himself and the atmosphere willing.

He lay sprawled out over the grass on his back, arms folded behind his head to protect his hair from the cold ground below. The stars were still somewhat visible despite living in the city, and it was nice that he still had a small piece of rural living left behind, to remind him of a better kind of past.

The park was relatively quiet, but the sound of cars on the road nearby was still peaceful, given all the nights he slept in low rentals and scraped by on his way to the top. Even the inky black hanging overhead was a comfort, and it let him take his mind off the trials and tribulations of life waiting just outside his door.

For a minute, he closes his eyes, basking in the nothing of the moment and thinking of nothing in particular all the same. Though Chase might look a little weird, laying out in the grass in November, he couldn’t care less about the opinion of outsiders at the moment. Hopefully nobody would think he was dead.

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Tables Have Turned || Open

As unstable as he characterized himself to be, Chase tended to bottle things up until they happened to slip out as passive aggressive quips or excessive sarcasm. Normally he wouldn’t let things get to a boiling point, and over-stimulation was best released through crying and doing things that required all of his focus instead of fractions.

The messages on his phone were left unanswered. Chase didn’t feel the need to respond, and it was better if he kept his mouth shut while he’s in a mood like this. Even so, he can picture every word staring back at him from his phone screen, a constant reminder of his failures behind his eyelids.

Smashing plates was nice, for a minute. At least five were shattered against the wall as he was left alone in the restaurant during a late night, tasked with cleaning up and locking the door behind him. His anger seemed to dissipate every time he broke one, and shards of glass lay strewn across the floor in chaotic disarray.

Until it came time to clean up after himself. There should be something poetic about this, picking up the pieces after letting his emotions control his impulses, but all Chase can think about as he uses a broom to sweep up the floor are the texts that lay waiting on his phone. Thankfully, it’s late enough that he thinks there won’t be another customer for a while, and he’ll deal with what they find on security cameras later.

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Burger Run || Sebastian & Chase

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Sebastian’s eyes lit up as if he was a kid seeing a puppy for the first time. In the span of five seconds Chase made himself look like a descendant from god to his baked brain. “Really?”

He was going to make him food? Not just any food, pumpkin flavored food? Ohh god his mouth was watering at the thought of a nice how bowl of pumpkin soup. And not only that, but the man just up and gave him his fries? Holy shit, why was he so nice?

“I’ll make sure I text you next time I’m sleepless and high…I mean hungry.”

That expression Sebastian wears after his little offer is another surprise, and it captures Chase’s gaze for a second, a few dozen thoughts perforating his brain and every single one left unspoken He feels just a little embarrassed now, that something so simple could make someone that happy, and he rubs the back of his neck out of humility as he turns his face to stare at the floor instead.

Then again, just as he does so, Sebastian lets slide a Freudian slip and he’s breathing soft laughter with another roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. Next time you’re sleepless and hungry.” He imagines they both know that Chase knows, but if he wants to pretend otherwise, who is he to deny him that little vice. “I’ll be sure to provide enough smokes to get us through the night, but should get home before my roommate thinks I’ve been kidnapped. It was nice seeing you again.”

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5 Missed Calls || Open

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Harvey thought his day was over, but did it ever really end? It was more that he had brief respites from his work hours until he returned to see more patients. It could be both mentally and physically draining but he knew he was doing good work and putting his degree to excellent use.

However, he didn’t expect to find someone crouched out in the hallway, head between their legs. A few options ran through his mind, if the person was hurt, or if they could just be resting, and then a more distant thought that they were trying to block out the world. Mental illnesses weren’t his practice and for those he often referred patients to other doctors, several that took on low income patients. There was no use in guessing when he could simply ask and find out.

“Hey,” Harvey approached and crouched near him. “Are you alright?”

Just as he thinks his heart is going to run out of his chest, he can hear a familiar voice somewhere to the left of him-- but not familiar enough to recognize right away, just an inkling in the back of his mind that says I know you already.

That doesn’t seem to help, even if it’s good to know he’s not about to embarrass himself in front of a complete stranger. Just an acquaintance, or something. He’ll figure out the specifics later, when he’s not about to throw up all over his own clothes.

“I’m... fine. I’m-- having a panic attack, I think. The world feels kind of...”

Lifting his head up from between his knees was a bad idea. Just as he’s about to say the world feels far away, he meets the familiar brown-eyed gaze of the resident doctor crouching down beside him. All those memories from the party come flooding back in waves, the stumbling, the hug, the kiss, holding his hand and hoping he’d see him again before Gray whisked him off home without a chance to say goodbye.

The colour drains from his face, and then reality is a black nothingness as his eyes slip shut. Chase is falling off to the side as his brain conveniently tells him that now is the perfect time to pass out, going, going, gone.

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