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Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

He leaves, coming back with Reverb.

Reverb immediately freezes at the sight of Hollow and Cyanide.

"I can't—"

Mayhem takes her by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat and sets her on the couch himself. "You're gonna." He states firmly, too exhausted.

(Cyanide stares at the floor, until Hollow tilts his head up gently. Hollow looks at Reverb and then at Cyanide)

I understand that this situation is far from okay, but we can’t just ignore things and bottle them up. Reverb, I’d like you to speak frankly to Cyan. Be as blunt as you need.

Reverb looks at Cyan, and then at Hollow, and then at Mayhem standing with his arms crossed.

"Baby, just lie. I'm sure you meant it, but you can tell him you didn't. Look at him, he's upset. You're upset. Just lie. It'll be okay."

Glycerin, standing too close to Reverb, in her head and in her ear.

She closes her eyes, shaking her head weakly.

Reverb… please. I can handle the truth.

(Cyan has one hand gripping Hollow’s for support)

"Cute sentiment. Not helpful, is it?"

Reverb is picking at her already-raw knuckles, blood staining under her nails. "I'm sick of watching you flinch at everything. I can't— you heard enough when I was drunk out of my head."

I did. And I know.

(It pauses)

I’m not sure why I’m still flinching.

"I don't blame you for it." Reverb states, trying to clarify.

It's obvious she's not going to say much, at least not with so many people in the room.

(Hollow looks at Mayhem, trying to convey that at least one of them should leave)

(Cyan just nods, because it knows that)

Mayhem glances back at Hollow, trying to convey that both of them should leave.

Reverb seems determined to mess up her knuckles from the amount of picking she's doing.

I’m grabbing a drink.

(Cyan nods in acknowledgment, and Hollow gets up and leaves the room)

Mayhem follows.

Reverb keeps picking at her knuckles, blood across all of them.

"Baby, just tell him something. Anything."

Reverb closes her eyes.

I didn’t realise how much I was… still doing. Habits I didn’t realise weren’t normal.

"It's normal for the situation, but still frustrating."

Reverb mutters, more like an automatic response than anything else.

That’s not the only thing you’re frustrated about. Talk.

(Cyan waits, patient. It’ll wait forever if it needs to)

"Was Nova right? Are we competing?"

Her voice is so weak, barely audible, like she's scared of the answer.

Maybe I feel like you're my *competition.

Competition? We aren't competing for anything.

Aren't we?

Are we?

"Are we? Am I in some sick game of tug of war I'm never going to win?"

No. I’m not hers. She isn’t mine… she isn’t my anything except someone who loves to hurt me.

(He takes a breath, struggling a little for the words he needs)

I don’t want her back. I don’t want her to care or to want me or to forgive me- I did nothing wrong. I… I think I haven’t fully forgotten the things that made me flinch. I don’t remember them either. I don’t need her to answer for that. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. She doesn’t matter to me. That sick tug of war is not happening.

She nods, not sure she believes anything he's saying, or maybe she's just not processing it all yet.

"I— forget I said anything. Forget I got drunk and said anything last night. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cyanide."

Do I still have the right to call him Cyan? Almond?

Her fingers are bloodstained from picking.

I don’t think you need to apologise.

(Cyan half reaches out to try and stop her from picking, but hesitates to touch her)

"I don't know what the fuck they want me to talk about. I was fuckin' plastered, I couldn't see straight, let alone think. I said stupid shit, not anything truthful. And I'm sorry I said anything. I have nothing to say. I'm sorry. I don't know what the fuck they want!" Reverb scratches at her knuckles before balling her hands— not in anger at anyone in particular but in frustration at everything. Especially with Glycerin whispering in her ear, not that she'll mention it.

(Cyanide breathes quietly, processing for a moment)

Maybe it’s the things you said when drunk. They want you to tell me about your… worries? … but properly, I think. And they wanted me to be a little more honest about my own.

Reverb scrubs her face. "I can't do this. I am not good at this. I don't know how to do this!" She says in frustration. "I never got to do this with Glycerin. We never had conversations. Nothing ended with words." She scoffs.

I have a small amount of experience, but not much… Nova didn’t not converse, but…

(Cyan struggles to find the words he’s looking for, itching at a small mark on his side- Reverb can’t quite see it, but it’s a needle mark)

Reverb looks incredibly frustrated at the mention of Nova. She clenches her jaw for a minute before just going silent.

(It struggles with the word for another minute before giving up, sighing at himself in frustration that it’s upset her and that it can’t find the word)

Reverb rubs her bloody knuckles and walks off to her room with a muttered apology and several curses.

"Well. The phrase is keep running."

(Hollow sees as soon as Cyan manages to get up, staring after her and then looking at Hollow)

I didn’t mean to upset her again…

I know. So does she… Mayhem?

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem looks vaguely frustrated.

He walks to Reverb's room, knocking. "Reverb, either you get out here or I come in. Pick one. 10 seconds."

Not sounding particularly angry, just concerned and frustrated.

(Hollow steps back with Cyan, not wanting to overwhelm her)

There's no response from Reverb. After a moment, Mayhem sighs, opening her door.

She's just on her bed, staring at the wall.

"Reverb. You have to talk. You can't just lock yourself up because a conversation got hard." He states.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(Hollow nods in agreement, talking loud enough to be heard)

You have to have this hard talk, or it’ll just hang between you forever.

Reverb looks vaguely angry, but the expression shifts into something unreadable.

"This was easier with Glycerin."

Mayhem looks pained—no. Horrified.

"I'm trying to talk. You know? I am. Really." Reverb says as she looks at Hollow, before looking back at the wall again.

A pause as she scrubs her face. "Witch— this was easier when I was drugged. When I couldn't think and he'd just spoon-feed shit to me."

(Cyan stays in the corner, frozen and listening as Hollow looks at her)

Easier? Maybe. Something you could actually take part in? No.

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

He leaves, coming back with Reverb.

Reverb immediately freezes at the sight of Hollow and Cyanide.

"I can't—"

Mayhem takes her by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat and sets her on the couch himself. "You're gonna." He states firmly, too exhausted.

(Cyanide stares at the floor, until Hollow tilts his head up gently. Hollow looks at Reverb and then at Cyanide)

I understand that this situation is far from okay, but we can’t just ignore things and bottle them up. Reverb, I’d like you to speak frankly to Cyan. Be as blunt as you need.

Reverb looks at Cyan, and then at Hollow, and then at Mayhem standing with his arms crossed.

"Baby, just lie. I'm sure you meant it, but you can tell him you didn't. Look at him, he's upset. You're upset. Just lie. It'll be okay."

Glycerin, standing too close to Reverb, in her head and in her ear.

She closes her eyes, shaking her head weakly.

Reverb… please. I can handle the truth.

(Cyan has one hand gripping Hollow’s for support)

"Cute sentiment. Not helpful, is it?"

Reverb is picking at her already-raw knuckles, blood staining under her nails. "I'm sick of watching you flinch at everything. I can't— you heard enough when I was drunk out of my head."

I did. And I know.

(It pauses)

I’m not sure why I’m still flinching.

"I don't blame you for it." Reverb states, trying to clarify.

It's obvious she's not going to say much, at least not with so many people in the room.

(Hollow looks at Mayhem, trying to convey that at least one of them should leave)

(Cyan just nods, because it knows that)

Mayhem glances back at Hollow, trying to convey that both of them should leave.

Reverb seems determined to mess up her knuckles from the amount of picking she's doing.

I’m grabbing a drink.

(Cyan nods in acknowledgment, and Hollow gets up and leaves the room)

Mayhem follows.

Reverb keeps picking at her knuckles, blood across all of them.

"Baby, just tell him something. Anything."

Reverb closes her eyes.

I didn’t realise how much I was… still doing. Habits I didn’t realise weren’t normal.

"It's normal for the situation, but still frustrating."

Reverb mutters, more like an automatic response than anything else.

That’s not the only thing you’re frustrated about. Talk.

(Cyan waits, patient. It’ll wait forever if it needs to)

"Was Nova right? Are we competing?"

Her voice is so weak, barely audible, like she's scared of the answer.

Maybe I feel like you're my *competition.

Competition? We aren't competing for anything.

Aren't we?

Are we?

"Are we? Am I in some sick game of tug of war I'm never going to win?"

No. I’m not hers. She isn’t mine… she isn’t my anything except someone who loves to hurt me.

(He takes a breath, struggling a little for the words he needs)

She nods, not sure she believes anything he's saying, or maybe she's just not processing it all yet.

"I— forget I said anything. Forget I got drunk and said anything last night. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cyanide."

Do I still have the right to call him Cyan? Almond?

Her fingers are bloodstained from picking.

I don’t think you need to apologise.

(Cyan half reaches out to try and stop her from picking, but hesitates to touch her)

(Cyanide breathes quietly, processing for a moment)

Maybe it’s the things you said when drunk. They want you to tell me about your… worries? … but properly, I think. And they wanted me to be a little more honest about my own.

I have a small amount of experience, but not much… Nova didn’t not converse, but…

(Cyan struggles to find the words he’s looking for, itching at a small mark on his side- Reverb can’t quite see it, but it’s a needle mark)

Reverb looks incredibly frustrated at the mention of Nova. She clenches her jaw for a minute before just going silent.

(It struggles with the word for another minute before giving up, sighing at himself in frustration that it’s upset her and that it can’t find the word)

Reverb rubs her bloody knuckles and walks off to her room with a muttered apology and several curses.

"Well. The phrase is keep running."

(Hollow sees as soon as Cyan manages to get up, staring after her and then looking at Hollow)

I didn’t mean to upset her again…

I know. So does she… Mayhem?

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem looks vaguely frustrated.

He walks to Reverb's room, knocking. "Reverb, either you get out here or I come in. Pick one. 10 seconds."

Not sounding particularly angry, just concerned and frustrated.

(Hollow steps back with Cyan, not wanting to overwhelm her)

There's no response from Reverb. After a moment, Mayhem sighs, opening her door.

She's just on her bed, staring at the wall.

"Reverb. You have to talk. You can't just lock yourself up because a conversation got hard." He states.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(Hollow nods in agreement, talking loud enough to be heard)

You have to have this hard talk, or it’ll just hang between you forever.

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

He leaves, coming back with Reverb.

Reverb immediately freezes at the sight of Hollow and Cyanide.

"I can't—"

Mayhem takes her by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat and sets her on the couch himself. "You're gonna." He states firmly, too exhausted.

(Cyanide stares at the floor, until Hollow tilts his head up gently. Hollow looks at Reverb and then at Cyanide)

I understand that this situation is far from okay, but we can’t just ignore things and bottle them up. Reverb, I’d like you to speak frankly to Cyan. Be as blunt as you need.

Reverb looks at Cyan, and then at Hollow, and then at Mayhem standing with his arms crossed.

"Baby, just lie. I'm sure you meant it, but you can tell him you didn't. Look at him, he's upset. You're upset. Just lie. It'll be okay."

Glycerin, standing too close to Reverb, in her head and in her ear.

She closes her eyes, shaking her head weakly.

Reverb… please. I can handle the truth.

(Cyan has one hand gripping Hollow’s for support)

"Cute sentiment. Not helpful, is it?"

Reverb is picking at her already-raw knuckles, blood staining under her nails. "I'm sick of watching you flinch at everything. I can't— you heard enough when I was drunk out of my head."

I did. And I know.

(It pauses)

I’m not sure why I’m still flinching.

"I don't blame you for it." Reverb states, trying to clarify.

It's obvious she's not going to say much, at least not with so many people in the room.

(Hollow looks at Mayhem, trying to convey that at least one of them should leave)

(Cyan just nods, because it knows that)

Mayhem glances back at Hollow, trying to convey that both of them should leave.

Reverb seems determined to mess up her knuckles from the amount of picking she's doing.

I’m grabbing a drink.

(Cyan nods in acknowledgment, and Hollow gets up and leaves the room)

Mayhem follows.

Reverb keeps picking at her knuckles, blood across all of them.

"Baby, just tell him something. Anything."

Reverb closes her eyes.

I didn’t realise how much I was… still doing. Habits I didn’t realise weren’t normal.

"It's normal for the situation, but still frustrating."

Reverb mutters, more like an automatic response than anything else.

That’s not the only thing you’re frustrated about. Talk.

(Cyan waits, patient. It’ll wait forever if it needs to)

"Was Nova right? Are we competing?"

Her voice is so weak, barely audible, like she's scared of the answer.

Maybe I feel like you're my *competition.

Competition? We aren't competing for anything.

Aren't we?

Are we?

"Are we? Am I in some sick game of tug of war I'm never going to win?"

No. I’m not hers. She isn’t mine… she isn’t my anything except someone who loves to hurt me.

(He takes a breath, struggling a little for the words he needs)

She nods, not sure she believes anything he's saying, or maybe she's just not processing it all yet.

"I— forget I said anything. Forget I got drunk and said anything last night. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cyanide."

Do I still have the right to call him Cyan? Almond?

Her fingers are bloodstained from picking.

I don’t think you need to apologise.

(Cyan half reaches out to try and stop her from picking, but hesitates to touch her)

(Cyanide breathes quietly, processing for a moment)

Maybe it’s the things you said when drunk. They want you to tell me about your… worries? … but properly, I think. And they wanted me to be a little more honest about my own.

I have a small amount of experience, but not much… Nova didn’t not converse, but…

(Cyan struggles to find the words he’s looking for, itching at a small mark on his side- Reverb can’t quite see it, but it’s a needle mark)

Reverb looks incredibly frustrated at the mention of Nova. She clenches her jaw for a minute before just going silent.

(It struggles with the word for another minute before giving up, sighing at himself in frustration that it’s upset her and that it can’t find the word)

Reverb rubs her bloody knuckles and walks off to her room with a muttered apology and several curses.

"Well. The phrase is keep running."

(Hollow sees as soon as Cyan manages to get up, staring after her and then looking at Hollow)

I didn’t mean to upset her again…

I know. So does she… Mayhem?

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem looks vaguely frustrated.

He walks to Reverb's room, knocking. "Reverb, either you get out here or I come in. Pick one. 10 seconds."

Not sounding particularly angry, just concerned and frustrated.

(Hollow steps back with Cyan, not wanting to overwhelm her)

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

He leaves, coming back with Reverb.

Reverb immediately freezes at the sight of Hollow and Cyanide.

"I can't—"

Mayhem takes her by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat and sets her on the couch himself. "You're gonna." He states firmly, too exhausted.

(Cyanide stares at the floor, until Hollow tilts his head up gently. Hollow looks at Reverb and then at Cyanide)

I understand that this situation is far from okay, but we can’t just ignore things and bottle them up. Reverb, I’d like you to speak frankly to Cyan. Be as blunt as you need.

Reverb looks at Cyan, and then at Hollow, and then at Mayhem standing with his arms crossed.

"Baby, just lie. I'm sure you meant it, but you can tell him you didn't. Look at him, he's upset. You're upset. Just lie. It'll be okay."

Glycerin, standing too close to Reverb, in her head and in her ear.

She closes her eyes, shaking her head weakly.

Reverb… please. I can handle the truth.

(Cyan has one hand gripping Hollow’s for support)

"Cute sentiment. Not helpful, is it?"

Reverb is picking at her already-raw knuckles, blood staining under her nails. "I'm sick of watching you flinch at everything. I can't— you heard enough when I was drunk out of my head."

I did. And I know.

(It pauses)

I’m not sure why I’m still flinching.

"I don't blame you for it." Reverb states, trying to clarify.

It's obvious she's not going to say much, at least not with so many people in the room.

(Hollow looks at Mayhem, trying to convey that at least one of them should leave)

(Cyan just nods, because it knows that)

Mayhem glances back at Hollow, trying to convey that both of them should leave.

Reverb seems determined to mess up her knuckles from the amount of picking she's doing.

I’m grabbing a drink.

(Cyan nods in acknowledgment, and Hollow gets up and leaves the room)

Mayhem follows.

Reverb keeps picking at her knuckles, blood across all of them.

"Baby, just tell him something. Anything."

Reverb closes her eyes.

I didn’t realise how much I was… still doing. Habits I didn’t realise weren’t normal.

"It's normal for the situation, but still frustrating."

Reverb mutters, more like an automatic response than anything else.

That’s not the only thing you’re frustrated about. Talk.

(Cyan waits, patient. It’ll wait forever if it needs to)

"Was Nova right? Are we competing?"

Her voice is so weak, barely audible, like she's scared of the answer.

Maybe I feel like you're my *competition.

Competition? We aren't competing for anything.

Aren't we?

Are we?

"Are we? Am I in some sick game of tug of war I'm never going to win?"

No. I’m not hers. She isn’t mine… she isn’t my anything except someone who loves to hurt me.

(He takes a breath, struggling a little for the words he needs)

She nods, not sure she believes anything he's saying, or maybe she's just not processing it all yet.

"I— forget I said anything. Forget I got drunk and said anything last night. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cyanide."

Do I still have the right to call him Cyan? Almond?

Her fingers are bloodstained from picking.

I don’t think you need to apologise.

(Cyan half reaches out to try and stop her from picking, but hesitates to touch her)

(Cyanide breathes quietly, processing for a moment)

Maybe it’s the things you said when drunk. They want you to tell me about your… worries? … but properly, I think. And they wanted me to be a little more honest about my own.

I have a small amount of experience, but not much… Nova didn’t not converse, but…

(Cyan struggles to find the words he’s looking for, itching at a small mark on his side- Reverb can’t quite see it, but it’s a needle mark)

Reverb looks incredibly frustrated at the mention of Nova. She clenches her jaw for a minute before just going silent.

(It struggles with the word for another minute before giving up, sighing at himself in frustration that it’s upset her and that it can’t find the word)

Reverb rubs her bloody knuckles and walks off to her room with a muttered apology and several curses.

"Well. The phrase is keep running."

(Hollow sees as soon as Cyan manages to get up, staring after her and then looking at Hollow)

I didn’t mean to upset her again…

I know. So does she… Mayhem?

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

He leaves, coming back with Reverb.

Reverb immediately freezes at the sight of Hollow and Cyanide.

"I can't—"

Mayhem takes her by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat and sets her on the couch himself. "You're gonna." He states firmly, too exhausted.

(Cyanide stares at the floor, until Hollow tilts his head up gently. Hollow looks at Reverb and then at Cyanide)

I understand that this situation is far from okay, but we can’t just ignore things and bottle them up. Reverb, I’d like you to speak frankly to Cyan. Be as blunt as you need.

Reverb looks at Cyan, and then at Hollow, and then at Mayhem standing with his arms crossed.

"Baby, just lie. I'm sure you meant it, but you can tell him you didn't. Look at him, he's upset. You're upset. Just lie. It'll be okay."

Glycerin, standing too close to Reverb, in her head and in her ear.

She closes her eyes, shaking her head weakly.

Reverb… please. I can handle the truth.

(Cyan has one hand gripping Hollow’s for support)

"Cute sentiment. Not helpful, is it?"

Reverb is picking at her already-raw knuckles, blood staining under her nails. "I'm sick of watching you flinch at everything. I can't— you heard enough when I was drunk out of my head."

I did. And I know.

(It pauses)

I’m not sure why I’m still flinching.

"I don't blame you for it." Reverb states, trying to clarify.

It's obvious she's not going to say much, at least not with so many people in the room.

(Hollow looks at Mayhem, trying to convey that at least one of them should leave)

(Cyan just nods, because it knows that)

Mayhem glances back at Hollow, trying to convey that both of them should leave.

Reverb seems determined to mess up her knuckles from the amount of picking she's doing.

I’m grabbing a drink.

(Cyan nods in acknowledgment, and Hollow gets up and leaves the room)

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

He leaves, coming back with Reverb.

Reverb immediately freezes at the sight of Hollow and Cyanide.

"I can't—"

Mayhem takes her by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat and sets her on the couch himself. "You're gonna." He states firmly, too exhausted.

(Cyanide stares at the floor, until Hollow tilts his head up gently. Hollow looks at Reverb and then at Cyanide)

I understand that this situation is far from okay, but we can’t just ignore things and bottle them up. Reverb, I’d like you to speak frankly to Cyan. Be as blunt as you need.

Reverb looks at Cyan, and then at Hollow, and then at Mayhem standing with his arms crossed.

"Baby, just lie. I'm sure you meant it, but you can tell him you didn't. Look at him, he's upset. You're upset. Just lie. It'll be okay."

Glycerin, standing too close to Reverb, in her head and in her ear.

She closes her eyes, shaking her head weakly.

Reverb… please. I can handle the truth.

(Cyan has one hand gripping Hollow’s for support)

"Cute sentiment. Not helpful, is it?"

Reverb is picking at her already-raw knuckles, blood staining under her nails. "I'm sick of watching you flinch at everything. I can't— you heard enough when I was drunk out of my head."

I did. And I know.

(It pauses)

I’m not sure why I’m still flinching.

"I don't blame you for it." Reverb states, trying to clarify.

It's obvious she's not going to say much, at least not with so many people in the room.

(Hollow looks at Mayhem, trying to convey that at least one of them should leave)

(Cyan just nods, because it knows that)

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

He leaves, coming back with Reverb.

Reverb immediately freezes at the sight of Hollow and Cyanide.

"I can't—"

Mayhem takes her by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat and sets her on the couch himself. "You're gonna." He states firmly, too exhausted.

(Cyanide stares at the floor, until Hollow tilts his head up gently. Hollow looks at Reverb and then at Cyanide)

I understand that this situation is far from okay, but we can’t just ignore things and bottle them up. Reverb, I’d like you to speak frankly to Cyan. Be as blunt as you need.

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem opens the door. The house looks like it's been freshly cleaned— probably Mayhem's work waiting for Reverb to sober up.

"You guys can have a seat on the couch. I'll.. get Reverb." He mutters, exhausted in every sense of the word.

(Cyan sits with his fist held to its chest, knuckles red and one of them scabbing over- Hollow sits next to it with an knee clicking)

Alright.

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

(Cyan looks petrified at the idea, but goes to change into an orange hoodie and blue jeans)

Fine. I’m changed. Let’s get this over with.

@hollow-point-killjoy

(He just nods, getting in the van with him and driving to Mayhem/Reverb’s place. Once they’re there, he radios again)

-We’re by the door.-

@mayhem-is-alive

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

"We'll be here. Maybe I'll be able to get her headache under control in an hour." He grumbles, cutting out.

Alright.

(He turns to Cyan, passing him a water)

Get dressed. You and her are going to talk. I’ll help.

@sparklingcyan-kjrp

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

A sigh. "Might as well. You over at our place or us over at yours?"

-I’ll come to you. Cyan needs to not have an easy escape route if he’s going to be honest.-

(Hollow says it bluntly, watching Cyan stir)

-Give us an hour.-

Mayhem radios Hollow.

"She's sober. The hangover's a bitch, but she's sober."

It's obviously been a long night for him, he sounds tired.

@mayhem-is-alive

-Good. Cyan’s waking up, slowly.-

(Hollow sounds almost as tired, the night having been a long one all round)

-Do we want them to talk now?-

(After listening by the basement door long enough to hear the louder sobs start to mute, Hollow picks up the radio)

-Mayhem.-

@hollow-point-killjoy

A heavy, shaking sigh crackles through as he picks up. "Hollow."

He sounds upset, and so tired.

(The feelings are certainly mutual)

-That wasn’t pretty. For anyone. What’s…-

(He momentarily searches for words)

-.. is she okay, first of all. And are you?-

"I don't know. I don't know anymore, Hollow." He sighs.

"I hope she'll be okay. I don't think she is. I don't know how many signs I missed before this happened."

"I'm so tired."

A pause. "I can assume Cyan isn't doing okay. What about you?"

-I should’ve muted it. But it was… a lot to take in.-

(Hollow listens)

-I’ll cope. Cyan’s downstairs. I don’t know how long it’ll take, but he’ll be okay… what was all that?-

"I don't know— she was drunk. Drunk! She hasn't touched alcohol since—"

Mayhem feels like his throat is closing.

"Glycerin. She hasn't drank since Glycerin."

-I can imply enough to understand just how bad that is. Cyan… made that quite clear.-

She doesn’t like alcohol!

(The words repeat themselves)

-What can I do? To fix this? To help them both?-

"I don't know. Witch— I don't know." Mayhem sounds increasingly frustrated, but mostly just tired.

"I don't know if talking will help? I don't think not talking will help, though."

-What if I were to try and mediate? Sit with them… or something.-

(Hollow scratches at his beard with a frown)

-I don’t know. But I have to try.-

Mayhem sighs.

"We can try that..." A sigh. "I'll radio you when she's sober. We'll go from there."

-Okay.-

(Before he cuts off he hears what sounds like a cry of pain that just about comes through the radio as well)

-I’m going to attempt to deal with that.-

"Goodluck." Mayhem mutters.

-Yea. Talk later?-

(Its less a question more a statement, as he cuts off to go try to get down the stairs)

(After listening by the basement door long enough to hear the louder sobs start to mute, Hollow picks up the radio)

-Mayhem.-

@hollow-point-killjoy

A heavy, shaking sigh crackles through as he picks up. "Hollow."

He sounds upset, and so tired.

(The feelings are certainly mutual)

-That wasn’t pretty. For anyone. What’s…-

(He momentarily searches for words)

-.. is she okay, first of all. And are you?-

"I don't know. I don't know anymore, Hollow." He sighs.

"I hope she'll be okay. I don't think she is. I don't know how many signs I missed before this happened."

"I'm so tired."

A pause. "I can assume Cyan isn't doing okay. What about you?"

-I should’ve muted it. But it was… a lot to take in.-

(Hollow listens)

-I’ll cope. Cyan’s downstairs. I don’t know how long it’ll take, but he’ll be okay… what was all that?-

"I don't know— she was drunk. Drunk! She hasn't touched alcohol since—"

Mayhem feels like his throat is closing.

"Glycerin. She hasn't drank since Glycerin."

-I can imply enough to understand just how bad that is. Cyan… made that quite clear.-

She doesn’t like alcohol!

(The words repeat themselves)

-What can I do? To fix this? To help them both?-

"I don't know. Witch— I don't know." Mayhem sounds increasingly frustrated, but mostly just tired.

"I don't know if talking will help? I don't think not talking will help, though."

-What if I were to try and mediate? Sit with them… or something.-

(Hollow scratches at his beard with a frown)

-I don’t know. But I have to try.-

Mayhem sighs.

"We can try that..." A sigh. "I'll radio you when she's sober. We'll go from there."

-Okay.-

(Before he cuts off he hears what sounds like a cry of pain that just about comes through the radio as well)

-I’m going to attempt to deal with that.-

(After listening by the basement door long enough to hear the louder sobs start to mute, Hollow picks up the radio)

-Mayhem.-

@hollow-point-killjoy

A heavy, shaking sigh crackles through as he picks up. "Hollow."

He sounds upset, and so tired.

(The feelings are certainly mutual)

-That wasn’t pretty. For anyone. What’s…-

(He momentarily searches for words)

-.. is she okay, first of all. And are you?-

"I don't know. I don't know anymore, Hollow." He sighs.

"I hope she'll be okay. I don't think she is. I don't know how many signs I missed before this happened."

"I'm so tired."

A pause. "I can assume Cyan isn't doing okay. What about you?"

-I should’ve muted it. But it was… a lot to take in.-

(Hollow listens)

-I’ll cope. Cyan’s downstairs. I don’t know how long it’ll take, but he’ll be okay… what was all that?-

"I don't know— she was drunk. Drunk! She hasn't touched alcohol since—"

Mayhem feels like his throat is closing.

"Glycerin. She hasn't drank since Glycerin."

-I can imply enough to understand just how bad that is. Cyan… made that quite clear.-

She doesn’t like alcohol!

(The words repeat themselves)

-What can I do? To fix this? To help them both?-

"I don't know. Witch— I don't know." Mayhem sounds increasingly frustrated, but mostly just tired.

"I don't know if talking will help? I don't think not talking will help, though."

-What if I were to try and mediate? Sit with them… or something.-

(Hollow scratches at his beard with a frown)

-I don’t know. But I have to try.-

(After listening by the basement door long enough to hear the louder sobs start to mute, Hollow picks up the radio)

-Mayhem.-

@hollow-point-killjoy

A heavy, shaking sigh crackles through as he picks up. "Hollow."

He sounds upset, and so tired.

(The feelings are certainly mutual)

-That wasn’t pretty. For anyone. What’s…-

(He momentarily searches for words)

-.. is she okay, first of all. And are you?-

"I don't know. I don't know anymore, Hollow." He sighs.

"I hope she'll be okay. I don't think she is. I don't know how many signs I missed before this happened."

"I'm so tired."

A pause. "I can assume Cyan isn't doing okay. What about you?"

-I should’ve muted it. But it was… a lot to take in.-

(Hollow listens)

-I’ll cope. Cyan’s downstairs. I don’t know how long it’ll take, but he’ll be okay… what was all that?-

"I don't know— she was drunk. Drunk! She hasn't touched alcohol since—"

Mayhem feels like his throat is closing.

"Glycerin. She hasn't drank since Glycerin."