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*Ten minutes later, Brian walked into the greenhouse.*

I started up a bath in my bathroom. I can carry you there if you need.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Charlie was curled up on his bed, scratching at the now dried and/or tacky blood still covering him.*

'kay, thank y' love..

*He went to their bed, picking him up in a bridal carry.*

Is this alright?

*He immediately melted into him, leaning against his chest.*

mmhm.

*He smiled.*

Alright.

*He walked out of the greenhouse, making the short walk to her room. The bathroom had steam softly filling the room when she walked in, the steam carrying the smell of lavender.*

*He seemed to relax when he smelled the lavender, whatever anxiety he was dealing with dulling down.*

Lav'nder?

I know it smells nice. I remember having a similar plant on my planet back when I was human. Thought you'd like it..

*He hummed contently.*

'snice

I'm glad.

*She set him down on the counter.*

Let's get you out of these very bloody clothes.

maybe I sh'ld've chang'd earl'r..

*Fortunately he wasn't wearing too much, just a shirt and pants, and he didn't feel too embarrassed about getting undressed in front of Brian.. okay maybe a little bit.*

*She kissed Charlie's forehead before helping him out of his clothes, setting them in a pile in the sink so that she could let them soak after getting Charlie in the bath.*

*once he was in the water he sank into it, enjoying the warmth of.*

's nice.. th'nk y'.

Of course darling.

*He sat there for a bit before reaching over and grabbing Brian's hand gently, giving her a kiss on the knuckles.*

*She smiled, squeezing his hand.*

I love you.

c'n I hve help wash'ng m' hair?

*It was no surprise why, his hair was almost completely red-ish brown and matted together with dried blood.*

Of course.

*Brian knelt down beside the tub, reaching for the shampoo and a brush.*

*He leaned against the edge of the tub to make it easier for her to reach, being careful to not drip bloody water all over the floor.*

*She made sure all of Charlie’s hair was damp before starting to work shampoo through his hair, starting at the end of his hair and working up to massaging the hair at his scalp, periodically rinsing his hair to help get the blood out.*

... 'm cold. Which is weird because I usually run like a heater.

-J.DV.

{ooc; hes sick WOO}

Do you need me to come over and warm you up?

... yes please.

[Poor guy sounds like he's in pain.]

Alright.

*Brian walks over, sitting down next to him and pulling him into her side.*

[He was incredibly cold. Not hypothermic, but the chills you get from being sick.]

*She could feel him shivering against her and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around him.*

Are you alright love?

... 'm not feelin' too good.

Oh, I'm sorry darling.

[He whined, curling up against her side.]

*She hugged him.*

Does anything hurt? Do you need medicine?

ev'rythn...

[He suddenly leaned away and coughed for a good minute.]

*Brian sighed, the look on her face that of concern.*

I think we should take you somewhere more comfortable..

[Whiiine.]

*Brian reached over, cupping Jonny's cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead.*

Do you want to go lay down in my room?

[He stopped responding verbally at this point, nodding slightly. His breathing sounded labored, too shallow to be sufficiently supporting his body.]

Okay. C'mere..

*She picked him up, letting him get comfortable against her before walking to her room. He set Jonny on his bed, getting in beside him.*

[He quickly fell asleep on her— hey wait is he breathing.]

*When she realised he wasn’t breathing, she cursed under her breath, reaching to feel at her pulse point to see if he had died.*

[HEY SO HE'S NOT ALIVE, WHAT THE FUCK.]

*Brian has a moment of OH MY GOD HE’S DEAD. before collecting his thoughts. She doesn’t leave him, knowing waking up alone after death isn’t very pleasant.*

[He started breathing again after about an hour, having only died to illness. His breathing still isn't great though.]

*Brian was playing with Jonny’s hair when he started breathing again.*

*Ten minutes later, Brian walked into the greenhouse.*

I started up a bath in my bathroom. I can carry you there if you need.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Charlie was curled up on his bed, scratching at the now dried and/or tacky blood still covering him.*

'kay, thank y' love..

*He went to their bed, picking him up in a bridal carry.*

Is this alright?

*He immediately melted into him, leaning against his chest.*

mmhm.

*He smiled.*

Alright.

*He walked out of the greenhouse, making the short walk to her room. The bathroom had steam softly filling the room when she walked in, the steam carrying the smell of lavender.*

*He seemed to relax when he smelled the lavender, whatever anxiety he was dealing with dulling down.*

Lav'nder?

I know it smells nice. I remember having a similar plant on my planet back when I was human. Thought you'd like it..

*He hummed contently.*

'snice

I'm glad.

*She set him down on the counter.*

Let's get you out of these very bloody clothes.

maybe I sh'ld've chang'd earl'r..

*Fortunately he wasn't wearing too much, just a shirt and pants, and he didn't feel too embarrassed about getting undressed in front of Brian.. okay maybe a little bit.*

*She kissed Charlie's forehead before helping him out of his clothes, setting them in a pile in the sink so that she could let them soak after getting Charlie in the bath.*

*once he was in the water he sank into it, enjoying the warmth of.*

's nice.. th'nk y'.

Of course darling.

*He sat there for a bit before reaching over and grabbing Brian's hand gently, giving her a kiss on the knuckles.*

*She smiled, squeezing his hand.*

I love you.

c'n I hve help wash'ng m' hair?

*It was no surprise why, his hair was almost completely red-ish brown and matted together with dried blood.*

Of course.

*Brian knelt down beside the tub, reaching for the shampoo and a brush.*

... 'm cold. Which is weird because I usually run like a heater.

-J.DV.

{ooc; hes sick WOO}

Do you need me to come over and warm you up?

... yes please.

[Poor guy sounds like he's in pain.]

Alright.

*Brian walks over, sitting down next to him and pulling him into her side.*

[He was incredibly cold. Not hypothermic, but the chills you get from being sick.]

*She could feel him shivering against her and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around him.*

Are you alright love?

... 'm not feelin' too good.

Oh, I'm sorry darling.

[He whined, curling up against her side.]

*She hugged him.*

Does anything hurt? Do you need medicine?

ev'rythn...

[He suddenly leaned away and coughed for a good minute.]

*Brian sighed, the look on her face that of concern.*

I think we should take you somewhere more comfortable..

[Whiiine.]

*Brian reached over, cupping Jonny's cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead.*

Do you want to go lay down in my room?

[He stopped responding verbally at this point, nodding slightly. His breathing sounded labored, too shallow to be sufficiently supporting his body.]

Okay. C'mere..

*She picked him up, letting him get comfortable against her before walking to her room. He set Jonny on his bed, getting in beside him.*

[He quickly fell asleep on her— hey wait is he breathing.]

*When she realised he wasn’t breathing, she cursed under her breath, reaching to feel at her pulse point to see if he had died.*

[HEY SO HE'S NOT ALIVE, WHAT THE FUCK.]

*Brian has a moment of OH MY GOD HE’S DEAD. before collecting his thoughts. She doesn’t leave him, knowing waking up alone after death isn’t very pleasant.*

*Ten minutes later, Brian walked into the greenhouse.*

I started up a bath in my bathroom. I can carry you there if you need.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Charlie was curled up on his bed, scratching at the now dried and/or tacky blood still covering him.*

'kay, thank y' love..

*He went to their bed, picking him up in a bridal carry.*

Is this alright?

*He immediately melted into him, leaning against his chest.*

mmhm.

*He smiled.*

Alright.

*He walked out of the greenhouse, making the short walk to her room. The bathroom had steam softly filling the room when she walked in, the steam carrying the smell of lavender.*

*He seemed to relax when he smelled the lavender, whatever anxiety he was dealing with dulling down.*

Lav'nder?

I know it smells nice. I remember having a similar plant on my planet back when I was human. Thought you'd like it..

*He hummed contently.*

'snice

I'm glad.

*She set him down on the counter.*

Let's get you out of these very bloody clothes.

maybe I sh'ld've chang'd earl'r..

*Fortunately he wasn't wearing too much, just a shirt and pants, and he didn't feel too embarrassed about getting undressed in front of Brian.. okay maybe a little bit.*

*She kissed Charlie's forehead before helping him out of his clothes, setting them in a pile in the sink so that she could let them soak after getting Charlie in the bath.*

*once he was in the water he sank into it, enjoying the warmth of.*

's nice.. th'nk y'.

Of course darling.

*He sat there for a bit before reaching over and grabbing Brian's hand gently, giving her a kiss on the knuckles.*

*She smiled, squeezing his hand.*

I love you.

... 'm cold. Which is weird because I usually run like a heater.

-J.DV.

{ooc; hes sick WOO}

Do you need me to come over and warm you up?

... yes please.

[Poor guy sounds like he's in pain.]

Alright.

*Brian walks over, sitting down next to him and pulling him into her side.*

[He was incredibly cold. Not hypothermic, but the chills you get from being sick.]

*She could feel him shivering against her and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around him.*

Are you alright love?

... 'm not feelin' too good.

Oh, I'm sorry darling.

[He whined, curling up against her side.]

*She hugged him.*

Does anything hurt? Do you need medicine?

ev'rythn...

[He suddenly leaned away and coughed for a good minute.]

*Brian sighed, the look on her face that of concern.*

I think we should take you somewhere more comfortable..

[Whiiine.]

*Brian reached over, cupping Jonny's cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead.*

Do you want to go lay down in my room?

[He stopped responding verbally at this point, nodding slightly. His breathing sounded labored, too shallow to be sufficiently supporting his body.]

Okay. C'mere..

*She picked him up, letting him get comfortable against her before walking to her room. He set Jonny on his bed, getting in beside him.*

[He quickly fell asleep on her— hey wait is he breathing.]

*When she realised he wasn’t breathing, she cursed under her breath, reaching to feel at her pulse point to see if he had died.*

... 'm cold. Which is weird because I usually run like a heater.

-J.DV.

{ooc; hes sick WOO}

Do you need me to come over and warm you up?

... yes please.

[Poor guy sounds like he's in pain.]

Alright.

*Brian walks over, sitting down next to him and pulling him into her side.*

[He was incredibly cold. Not hypothermic, but the chills you get from being sick.]

*She could feel him shivering against her and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around him.*

Are you alright love?

... 'm not feelin' too good.

Oh, I'm sorry darling.

[He whined, curling up against her side.]

*She hugged him.*

Does anything hurt? Do you need medicine?

ev'rythn...

[He suddenly leaned away and coughed for a good minute.]

*Brian sighed, the look on her face that of concern.*

I think we should take you somewhere more comfortable..

[Whiiine.]

*Brian reached over, cupping Jonny's cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead.*

Do you want to go lay down in my room?

[He stopped responding verbally at this point, nodding slightly. His breathing sounded labored, too shallow to be sufficiently supporting his body.]

Okay. C'mere..

*She picked him up, letting him get comfortable against her before walking to her room. He set Jonny on his bed, getting in beside him.*

... 'm cold. Which is weird because I usually run like a heater.

-J.DV.

{ooc; hes sick WOO}

Do you need me to come over and warm you up?

... yes please.

[Poor guy sounds like he's in pain.]

Alright.

*Brian walks over, sitting down next to him and pulling him into her side.*

[He was incredibly cold. Not hypothermic, but the chills you get from being sick.]

*She could feel him shivering against her and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around him.*

Are you alright love?

... 'm not feelin' too good.

Oh, I'm sorry darling.

[He whined, curling up against her side.]

*She hugged him.*

Does anything hurt? Do you need medicine?

ev'rythn...

[He suddenly leaned away and coughed for a good minute.]

*Brian sighed, the look on her face that of concern.*

I think we should take you somewhere more comfortable..

[Whiiine.]

*Brian reached over, cupping Jonny's cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead.*

Do you want to go lay down in my room?

*There’s a knock on Tim’s door.*

Tim? I heard there was something you wanted to talk about.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Silence, Tim didn’t seem to be in his quarters, or the Armory for that matter. Where is the gunner? It’s possible Aurora knows, The starship has been awfully quiet about the dear Master at Arms whereabouts.*

Aurora? Where’s Tim?

[…Gunpowder has specifically asked me to make sure he is left alone… He did not seem to wish to be around others.]

Rora, your respect of privacy is wonderful, but right now I need to know where he is. It’s rather important.

[…He is not in a fully functional state of mind as of the current moment, his whereabouts are a certain airlocked Doctor’s lab, however do approach at your own discretion.]

Shit. Why do they all go to the lab?

*Brian puts his hand up against the wall.*

Thank you Rora. I’ll make sure to be careful.

*With that, she makes her way to the lab.*

*Aurora makes a noise of concern, where Tim was in the lab was a bit of a mystery to her since he had broken the surveillance in the lab*

*Once Brian got to the lab, he gently knocked on the door frame.*

*Tim was curled up in a far corner, shivering, mumbling to himself? It was unnerving to say the least, it looked like he had some blood on him, who’s? who knows.*

*Brian carefully approached, almost like he was trying to walk up to a scared creature. Once she got to where he was, she knelt down.*

Tim?

*Tim practically jumped, hitting his head on the wall next to him.*

uh- wha- uhm- hi? why are you here? I told Rora to leave me alone-

*Brian winced sympathetically when Tim hit his head.*

I know, but I heard there was something you were needing to tell me, and then when I went to find you Rora told me you weren’t doing alright, so I thought I’d come find you.

I’m fine, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I have nothing to say-

*He stands up, immediately feeling dizzy but pushes through as he tries to leave, panic written across his features. He was clearly not wanting to communicate whatever was bothering him.*

*Brian reaches to grab Tim’s wrist.*

Tim, please.

*Tim flinches slightly, hissing at the contact, covering it up with a cough.*

I don’t really want to talk right now. Maybe later?

Will you actually talk? Or will it be like why I came here in the first place and just keep brushing off telling me anything?

uhm….. it’ll be a fun surprise?

It won’t be a “fun surprise.” Me learning you’ve been completely avoiding telling me I’ve been doing something wrong wasn’t a “fun surprise.” You avoiding communication is only going to do more harm than good so please, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’ve been doing wrong. That’s all I ask.

Is this about me calling you scary on EJM? I’ll fuckin keep it to myself if that’s what it is

Not even just that. Charlie told me you don’t like something I’ve been doing. Guess what? I’d stop doing that if you told me what it was. But you don’t. You never communicate with me and that makes it so hard to know if I’m doing things right. I want to know that I’m doing things right!

it doesn’t fuckin matter! you’re doing fine I’m just being fuckin stupid, okay?

For fucks sake, Tim. Your boundaries are not stupid! They’re boundaries! And if I knew what they were I wouldn’t be making you uncomfortable!

just. drop. it. I don’t want to talk about it. okay?

I'm not going to drop it if "it" is the fact that I've been crossing boundaries I didn't even know were there! Tim please what have I been doing? If you're not going to tell me know then WHEN? I need to know so I don't cross them again!

It’ll be a nonissue soon enough. If it makes you any less worried, no one else besides Charlie knows and that was cause it slipped. I don’t really want to talk about it any further.

No, that does not make me less worried. Do you want to know why? Because I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WRONG. You don’t have to tell me now, but if you don’t tell me what I’ve been doing wrong, then Charlie himself has said he will “paint the walls with your blood.” His words, not mine.

fucking- this is why I don’t tell people shit. I’ll tell you later…. probably?

I’m going to need more than a probably before I let you go run off.

I’ll tell you at a later, unspecified date. happy?

This unspecified date better be in the next week.

it’s an unspecified date for a reason, Brian.

Tell me in the next week, Tim.

I’ll consider it. Can I go now?

Tell me in the next week.

….fine.

*Brian sighed, letting Tim go.*

Thank you.

yeah yeah…

*He stands up fully and leaves, it was far too cold to stay in the lab while not going mad.*

*Brian waited until he knew Tim wouldn’t be nearby before leaving the lab.*

*There’s a knock on Tim’s door.*

Tim? I heard there was something you wanted to talk about.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Silence, Tim didn’t seem to be in his quarters, or the Armory for that matter. Where is the gunner? It’s possible Aurora knows, The starship has been awfully quiet about the dear Master at Arms whereabouts.*

Aurora? Where’s Tim?

[…Gunpowder has specifically asked me to make sure he is left alone… He did not seem to wish to be around others.]

Rora, your respect of privacy is wonderful, but right now I need to know where he is. It’s rather important.

[…He is not in a fully functional state of mind as of the current moment, his whereabouts are a certain airlocked Doctor’s lab, however do approach at your own discretion.]

Shit. Why do they all go to the lab?

*Brian puts his hand up against the wall.*

Thank you Rora. I’ll make sure to be careful.

*With that, she makes her way to the lab.*

*Aurora makes a noise of concern, where Tim was in the lab was a bit of a mystery to her since he had broken the surveillance in the lab*

*Once Brian got to the lab, he gently knocked on the door frame.*

*Tim was curled up in a far corner, shivering, mumbling to himself? It was unnerving to say the least, it looked like he had some blood on him, who’s? who knows.*

*Brian carefully approached, almost like he was trying to walk up to a scared creature. Once she got to where he was, she knelt down.*

Tim?

*Tim practically jumped, hitting his head on the wall next to him.*

uh- wha- uhm- hi? why are you here? I told Rora to leave me alone-

*Brian winced sympathetically when Tim hit his head.*

I know, but I heard there was something you were needing to tell me, and then when I went to find you Rora told me you weren’t doing alright, so I thought I’d come find you.

I’m fine, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I have nothing to say-

*He stands up, immediately feeling dizzy but pushes through as he tries to leave, panic written across his features. He was clearly not wanting to communicate whatever was bothering him.*

*Brian reaches to grab Tim’s wrist.*

Tim, please.

*Tim flinches slightly, hissing at the contact, covering it up with a cough.*

I don’t really want to talk right now. Maybe later?

Will you actually talk? Or will it be like why I came here in the first place and just keep brushing off telling me anything?

uhm….. it’ll be a fun surprise?

It won’t be a “fun surprise.” Me learning you’ve been completely avoiding telling me I’ve been doing something wrong wasn’t a “fun surprise.” You avoiding communication is only going to do more harm than good so please, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’ve been doing wrong. That’s all I ask.

Is this about me calling you scary on EJM? I’ll fuckin keep it to myself if that’s what it is

Not even just that. Charlie told me you don’t like something I’ve been doing. Guess what? I’d stop doing that if you told me what it was. But you don’t. You never communicate with me and that makes it so hard to know if I’m doing things right. I want to know that I’m doing things right!

it doesn’t fuckin matter! you’re doing fine I’m just being fuckin stupid, okay?

For fucks sake, Tim. Your boundaries are not stupid! They’re boundaries! And if I knew what they were I wouldn’t be making you uncomfortable!

just. drop. it. I don’t want to talk about it. okay?

I'm not going to drop it if "it" is the fact that I've been crossing boundaries I didn't even know were there! Tim please what have I been doing? If you're not going to tell me know then WHEN? I need to know so I don't cross them again!

It’ll be a nonissue soon enough. If it makes you any less worried, no one else besides Charlie knows and that was cause it slipped. I don’t really want to talk about it any further.

No, that does not make me less worried. Do you want to know why? Because I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WRONG. You don’t have to tell me now, but if you don’t tell me what I’ve been doing wrong, then Charlie himself has said he will “paint the walls with your blood.” His words, not mine.

fucking- this is why I don’t tell people shit. I’ll tell you later…. probably?

I’m going to need more than a probably before I let you go run off.

I’ll tell you at a later, unspecified date. happy?

This unspecified date better be in the next week.

it’s an unspecified date for a reason, Brian.

Tell me in the next week, Tim.

I’ll consider it. Can I go now?

Tell me in the next week.

….fine.

*Brian sighed, letting Tim go.*

Thank you.

*There’s a knock on Tim’s door.*

Tim? I heard there was something you wanted to talk about.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Silence, Tim didn’t seem to be in his quarters, or the Armory for that matter. Where is the gunner? It’s possible Aurora knows, The starship has been awfully quiet about the dear Master at Arms whereabouts.*

Aurora? Where’s Tim?

[…Gunpowder has specifically asked me to make sure he is left alone… He did not seem to wish to be around others.]

Rora, your respect of privacy is wonderful, but right now I need to know where he is. It’s rather important.

[…He is not in a fully functional state of mind as of the current moment, his whereabouts are a certain airlocked Doctor’s lab, however do approach at your own discretion.]

Shit. Why do they all go to the lab?

*Brian puts his hand up against the wall.*

Thank you Rora. I’ll make sure to be careful.

*With that, she makes her way to the lab.*

*Aurora makes a noise of concern, where Tim was in the lab was a bit of a mystery to her since he had broken the surveillance in the lab*

*Once Brian got to the lab, he gently knocked on the door frame.*

*Tim was curled up in a far corner, shivering, mumbling to himself? It was unnerving to say the least, it looked like he had some blood on him, who’s? who knows.*

*Brian carefully approached, almost like he was trying to walk up to a scared creature. Once she got to where he was, she knelt down.*

Tim?

*Tim practically jumped, hitting his head on the wall next to him.*

uh- wha- uhm- hi? why are you here? I told Rora to leave me alone-

*Brian winced sympathetically when Tim hit his head.*

I know, but I heard there was something you were needing to tell me, and then when I went to find you Rora told me you weren’t doing alright, so I thought I’d come find you.

I’m fine, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I have nothing to say-

*He stands up, immediately feeling dizzy but pushes through as he tries to leave, panic written across his features. He was clearly not wanting to communicate whatever was bothering him.*

*Brian reaches to grab Tim’s wrist.*

Tim, please.

*Tim flinches slightly, hissing at the contact, covering it up with a cough.*

I don’t really want to talk right now. Maybe later?

Will you actually talk? Or will it be like why I came here in the first place and just keep brushing off telling me anything?

uhm….. it’ll be a fun surprise?

It won’t be a “fun surprise.” Me learning you’ve been completely avoiding telling me I’ve been doing something wrong wasn’t a “fun surprise.” You avoiding communication is only going to do more harm than good so please, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’ve been doing wrong. That’s all I ask.

Is this about me calling you scary on EJM? I’ll fuckin keep it to myself if that’s what it is

Not even just that. Charlie told me you don’t like something I’ve been doing. Guess what? I’d stop doing that if you told me what it was. But you don’t. You never communicate with me and that makes it so hard to know if I’m doing things right. I want to know that I’m doing things right!

it doesn’t fuckin matter! you’re doing fine I’m just being fuckin stupid, okay?

For fucks sake, Tim. Your boundaries are not stupid! They’re boundaries! And if I knew what they were I wouldn’t be making you uncomfortable!

just. drop. it. I don’t want to talk about it. okay?

I'm not going to drop it if "it" is the fact that I've been crossing boundaries I didn't even know were there! Tim please what have I been doing? If you're not going to tell me know then WHEN? I need to know so I don't cross them again!

It’ll be a nonissue soon enough. If it makes you any less worried, no one else besides Charlie knows and that was cause it slipped. I don’t really want to talk about it any further.

No, that does not make me less worried. Do you want to know why? Because I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WRONG. You don’t have to tell me now, but if you don’t tell me what I’ve been doing wrong, then Charlie himself has said he will “paint the walls with your blood.” His words, not mine.

fucking- this is why I don’t tell people shit. I’ll tell you later…. probably?

I’m going to need more than a probably before I let you go run off.

I’ll tell you at a later, unspecified date. happy?

This unspecified date better be in the next week.

it’s an unspecified date for a reason, Brian.

Tell me in the next week, Tim.

I’ll consider it. Can I go now?

#he’s not gonna tell brian is he- (i know the answer to this i am just being sillyyyyy)#<Roleplayers in the tags talking about the character they rp as like they aren’t the ones writing it out

Tell me in the next week.

... 'm cold. Which is weird because I usually run like a heater.

-J.DV.

{ooc; hes sick WOO}

Do you need me to come over and warm you up?

... yes please.

[Poor guy sounds like he's in pain.]

Alright.

*Brian walks over, sitting down next to him and pulling him into her side.*

[He was incredibly cold. Not hypothermic, but the chills you get from being sick.]

*She could feel him shivering against her and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around him.*

Are you alright love?

... 'm not feelin' too good.

Oh, I'm sorry darling.

[He whined, curling up against her side.]

*She hugged him.*

Does anything hurt? Do you need medicine?

ev'rythn...

[He suddenly leaned away and coughed for a good minute.]

*Brian sighed, the look on her face that of concern.*

I think we should take you somewhere more comfortable..

*There’s a knock on Tim’s door.*

Tim? I heard there was something you wanted to talk about.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Silence, Tim didn’t seem to be in his quarters, or the Armory for that matter. Where is the gunner? It’s possible Aurora knows, The starship has been awfully quiet about the dear Master at Arms whereabouts.*

Aurora? Where’s Tim?

[…Gunpowder has specifically asked me to make sure he is left alone… He did not seem to wish to be around others.]

Rora, your respect of privacy is wonderful, but right now I need to know where he is. It’s rather important.

[…He is not in a fully functional state of mind as of the current moment, his whereabouts are a certain airlocked Doctor’s lab, however do approach at your own discretion.]

Shit. Why do they all go to the lab?

*Brian puts his hand up against the wall.*

Thank you Rora. I’ll make sure to be careful.

*With that, she makes her way to the lab.*

*Aurora makes a noise of concern, where Tim was in the lab was a bit of a mystery to her since he had broken the surveillance in the lab*

*Once Brian got to the lab, he gently knocked on the door frame.*

*Tim was curled up in a far corner, shivering, mumbling to himself? It was unnerving to say the least, it looked like he had some blood on him, who’s? who knows.*

*Brian carefully approached, almost like he was trying to walk up to a scared creature. Once she got to where he was, she knelt down.*

Tim?

*Tim practically jumped, hitting his head on the wall next to him.*

uh- wha- uhm- hi? why are you here? I told Rora to leave me alone-

*Brian winced sympathetically when Tim hit his head.*

I know, but I heard there was something you were needing to tell me, and then when I went to find you Rora told me you weren’t doing alright, so I thought I’d come find you.

I’m fine, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I have nothing to say-

*He stands up, immediately feeling dizzy but pushes through as he tries to leave, panic written across his features. He was clearly not wanting to communicate whatever was bothering him.*

*Brian reaches to grab Tim’s wrist.*

Tim, please.

*Tim flinches slightly, hissing at the contact, covering it up with a cough.*

I don’t really want to talk right now. Maybe later?

Will you actually talk? Or will it be like why I came here in the first place and just keep brushing off telling me anything?

uhm….. it’ll be a fun surprise?

It won’t be a “fun surprise.” Me learning you’ve been completely avoiding telling me I’ve been doing something wrong wasn’t a “fun surprise.” You avoiding communication is only going to do more harm than good so please, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’ve been doing wrong. That’s all I ask.

Is this about me calling you scary on EJM? I’ll fuckin keep it to myself if that’s what it is

Not even just that. Charlie told me you don’t like something I’ve been doing. Guess what? I’d stop doing that if you told me what it was. But you don’t. You never communicate with me and that makes it so hard to know if I’m doing things right. I want to know that I’m doing things right!

it doesn’t fuckin matter! you’re doing fine I’m just being fuckin stupid, okay?

For fucks sake, Tim. Your boundaries are not stupid! They’re boundaries! And if I knew what they were I wouldn’t be making you uncomfortable!

just. drop. it. I don’t want to talk about it. okay?

I'm not going to drop it if "it" is the fact that I've been crossing boundaries I didn't even know were there! Tim please what have I been doing? If you're not going to tell me know then WHEN? I need to know so I don't cross them again!

It’ll be a nonissue soon enough. If it makes you any less worried, no one else besides Charlie knows and that was cause it slipped. I don’t really want to talk about it any further.

No, that does not make me less worried. Do you want to know why? Because I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WRONG. You don’t have to tell me now, but if you don’t tell me what I’ve been doing wrong, then Charlie himself has said he will “paint the walls with your blood.” His words, not mine.

fucking- this is why I don’t tell people shit. I’ll tell you later…. probably?

I’m going to need more than a probably before I let you go run off.

I’ll tell you at a later, unspecified date. happy?

This unspecified date better be in the next week.

it’s an unspecified date for a reason, Brian.

Tell me in the next week, Tim.

*There’s a knock on Tim’s door.*

Tim? I heard there was something you wanted to talk about.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Silence, Tim didn’t seem to be in his quarters, or the Armory for that matter. Where is the gunner? It’s possible Aurora knows, The starship has been awfully quiet about the dear Master at Arms whereabouts.*

Aurora? Where’s Tim?

[…Gunpowder has specifically asked me to make sure he is left alone… He did not seem to wish to be around others.]

Rora, your respect of privacy is wonderful, but right now I need to know where he is. It’s rather important.

[…He is not in a fully functional state of mind as of the current moment, his whereabouts are a certain airlocked Doctor’s lab, however do approach at your own discretion.]

Shit. Why do they all go to the lab?

*Brian puts his hand up against the wall.*

Thank you Rora. I’ll make sure to be careful.

*With that, she makes her way to the lab.*

*Aurora makes a noise of concern, where Tim was in the lab was a bit of a mystery to her since he had broken the surveillance in the lab*

*Once Brian got to the lab, he gently knocked on the door frame.*

*Tim was curled up in a far corner, shivering, mumbling to himself? It was unnerving to say the least, it looked like he had some blood on him, who’s? who knows.*

*Brian carefully approached, almost like he was trying to walk up to a scared creature. Once she got to where he was, she knelt down.*

Tim?

*Tim practically jumped, hitting his head on the wall next to him.*

uh- wha- uhm- hi? why are you here? I told Rora to leave me alone-

*Brian winced sympathetically when Tim hit his head.*

I know, but I heard there was something you were needing to tell me, and then when I went to find you Rora told me you weren’t doing alright, so I thought I’d come find you.

I’m fine, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I have nothing to say-

*He stands up, immediately feeling dizzy but pushes through as he tries to leave, panic written across his features. He was clearly not wanting to communicate whatever was bothering him.*

*Brian reaches to grab Tim’s wrist.*

Tim, please.

*Tim flinches slightly, hissing at the contact, covering it up with a cough.*

I don’t really want to talk right now. Maybe later?

Will you actually talk? Or will it be like why I came here in the first place and just keep brushing off telling me anything?

uhm….. it’ll be a fun surprise?

It won’t be a “fun surprise.” Me learning you’ve been completely avoiding telling me I’ve been doing something wrong wasn’t a “fun surprise.” You avoiding communication is only going to do more harm than good so please, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’ve been doing wrong. That’s all I ask.

Is this about me calling you scary on EJM? I’ll fuckin keep it to myself if that’s what it is

Not even just that. Charlie told me you don’t like something I’ve been doing. Guess what? I’d stop doing that if you told me what it was. But you don’t. You never communicate with me and that makes it so hard to know if I’m doing things right. I want to know that I’m doing things right!

it doesn’t fuckin matter! you’re doing fine I’m just being fuckin stupid, okay?

For fucks sake, Tim. Your boundaries are not stupid! They’re boundaries! And if I knew what they were I wouldn’t be making you uncomfortable!

just. drop. it. I don’t want to talk about it. okay?

I'm not going to drop it if "it" is the fact that I've been crossing boundaries I didn't even know were there! Tim please what have I been doing? If you're not going to tell me know then WHEN? I need to know so I don't cross them again!

It’ll be a nonissue soon enough. If it makes you any less worried, no one else besides Charlie knows and that was cause it slipped. I don’t really want to talk about it any further.

No, that does not make me less worried. Do you want to know why? Because I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WRONG. You don’t have to tell me now, but if you don’t tell me what I’ve been doing wrong, then Charlie himself has said he will “paint the walls with your blood.” His words, not mine.

fucking- this is why I don’t tell people shit. I’ll tell you later…. probably?

I’m going to need more than a probably before I let you go run off.

I’ll tell you at a later, unspecified date. happy?

This unspecified date better be in the next week.

*There’s a knock on Tim’s door.*

Tim? I heard there was something you wanted to talk about.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Silence, Tim didn’t seem to be in his quarters, or the Armory for that matter. Where is the gunner? It’s possible Aurora knows, The starship has been awfully quiet about the dear Master at Arms whereabouts.*

Aurora? Where’s Tim?

[…Gunpowder has specifically asked me to make sure he is left alone… He did not seem to wish to be around others.]

Rora, your respect of privacy is wonderful, but right now I need to know where he is. It’s rather important.

[…He is not in a fully functional state of mind as of the current moment, his whereabouts are a certain airlocked Doctor’s lab, however do approach at your own discretion.]

Shit. Why do they all go to the lab?

*Brian puts his hand up against the wall.*

Thank you Rora. I’ll make sure to be careful.

*With that, she makes her way to the lab.*

*Aurora makes a noise of concern, where Tim was in the lab was a bit of a mystery to her since he had broken the surveillance in the lab*

*Once Brian got to the lab, he gently knocked on the door frame.*

*Tim was curled up in a far corner, shivering, mumbling to himself? It was unnerving to say the least, it looked like he had some blood on him, who’s? who knows.*

*Brian carefully approached, almost like he was trying to walk up to a scared creature. Once she got to where he was, she knelt down.*

Tim?

*Tim practically jumped, hitting his head on the wall next to him.*

uh- wha- uhm- hi? why are you here? I told Rora to leave me alone-

*Brian winced sympathetically when Tim hit his head.*

I know, but I heard there was something you were needing to tell me, and then when I went to find you Rora told me you weren’t doing alright, so I thought I’d come find you.

I’m fine, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I have nothing to say-

*He stands up, immediately feeling dizzy but pushes through as he tries to leave, panic written across his features. He was clearly not wanting to communicate whatever was bothering him.*

*Brian reaches to grab Tim’s wrist.*

Tim, please.

*Tim flinches slightly, hissing at the contact, covering it up with a cough.*

I don’t really want to talk right now. Maybe later?

Will you actually talk? Or will it be like why I came here in the first place and just keep brushing off telling me anything?

uhm….. it’ll be a fun surprise?

It won’t be a “fun surprise.” Me learning you’ve been completely avoiding telling me I’ve been doing something wrong wasn’t a “fun surprise.” You avoiding communication is only going to do more harm than good so please, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’ve been doing wrong. That’s all I ask.

Is this about me calling you scary on EJM? I’ll fuckin keep it to myself if that’s what it is

Not even just that. Charlie told me you don’t like something I’ve been doing. Guess what? I’d stop doing that if you told me what it was. But you don’t. You never communicate with me and that makes it so hard to know if I’m doing things right. I want to know that I’m doing things right!

it doesn’t fuckin matter! you’re doing fine I’m just being fuckin stupid, okay?

For fucks sake, Tim. Your boundaries are not stupid! They’re boundaries! And if I knew what they were I wouldn’t be making you uncomfortable!

just. drop. it. I don’t want to talk about it. okay?

I'm not going to drop it if "it" is the fact that I've been crossing boundaries I didn't even know were there! Tim please what have I been doing? If you're not going to tell me know then WHEN? I need to know so I don't cross them again!

It’ll be a nonissue soon enough. If it makes you any less worried, no one else besides Charlie knows and that was cause it slipped. I don’t really want to talk about it any further.

No, that does not make me less worried. Do you want to know why? Because I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WRONG. You don’t have to tell me now, but if you don’t tell me what I’ve been doing wrong, then Charlie himself has said he will “paint the walls with your blood.” His words, not mine.

fucking- this is why I don’t tell people shit. I’ll tell you later…. probably?

#BRIAN CALM DOWN!!#BRIAN DON’T LET YOUR FRUSTRATION GET TO YOU!!!

I’m going to need more than a probably before I let you go run off.

*There’s a knock on Tim’s door.*

Tim? I heard there was something you wanted to talk about.

@drums-and-prophecy

*Silence, Tim didn’t seem to be in his quarters, or the Armory for that matter. Where is the gunner? It’s possible Aurora knows, The starship has been awfully quiet about the dear Master at Arms whereabouts.*

Aurora? Where’s Tim?

[…Gunpowder has specifically asked me to make sure he is left alone… He did not seem to wish to be around others.]

Rora, your respect of privacy is wonderful, but right now I need to know where he is. It’s rather important.

[…He is not in a fully functional state of mind as of the current moment, his whereabouts are a certain airlocked Doctor’s lab, however do approach at your own discretion.]

Shit. Why do they all go to the lab?

*Brian puts his hand up against the wall.*

Thank you Rora. I’ll make sure to be careful.

*With that, she makes her way to the lab.*

*Aurora makes a noise of concern, where Tim was in the lab was a bit of a mystery to her since he had broken the surveillance in the lab*

*Once Brian got to the lab, he gently knocked on the door frame.*

*Tim was curled up in a far corner, shivering, mumbling to himself? It was unnerving to say the least, it looked like he had some blood on him, who’s? who knows.*

*Brian carefully approached, almost like he was trying to walk up to a scared creature. Once she got to where he was, she knelt down.*

Tim?

*Tim practically jumped, hitting his head on the wall next to him.*

uh- wha- uhm- hi? why are you here? I told Rora to leave me alone-

*Brian winced sympathetically when Tim hit his head.*

I know, but I heard there was something you were needing to tell me, and then when I went to find you Rora told me you weren’t doing alright, so I thought I’d come find you.

I’m fine, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I have nothing to say-

*He stands up, immediately feeling dizzy but pushes through as he tries to leave, panic written across his features. He was clearly not wanting to communicate whatever was bothering him.*

*Brian reaches to grab Tim’s wrist.*

Tim, please.

*Tim flinches slightly, hissing at the contact, covering it up with a cough.*

I don’t really want to talk right now. Maybe later?

Will you actually talk? Or will it be like why I came here in the first place and just keep brushing off telling me anything?

uhm….. it’ll be a fun surprise?

It won’t be a “fun surprise.” Me learning you’ve been completely avoiding telling me I’ve been doing something wrong wasn’t a “fun surprise.” You avoiding communication is only going to do more harm than good so please, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’ve been doing wrong. That’s all I ask.

Is this about me calling you scary on EJM? I’ll fuckin keep it to myself if that’s what it is

Not even just that. Charlie told me you don’t like something I’ve been doing. Guess what? I’d stop doing that if you told me what it was. But you don’t. You never communicate with me and that makes it so hard to know if I’m doing things right. I want to know that I’m doing things right!

it doesn’t fuckin matter! you’re doing fine I’m just being fuckin stupid, okay?

For fucks sake, Tim. Your boundaries are not stupid! They’re boundaries! And if I knew what they were I wouldn’t be making you uncomfortable!

just. drop. it. I don’t want to talk about it. okay?

I'm not going to drop it if "it" is the fact that I've been crossing boundaries I didn't even know were there! Tim please what have I been doing? If you're not going to tell me know then WHEN? I need to know so I don't cross them again!

It’ll be a nonissue soon enough. If it makes you any less worried, no one else besides Charlie knows and that was cause it slipped. I don’t really want to talk about it any further.