#;mom complex

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righthandbeardo:

I always think you won’t notice until you put it on and it surprises you while you’re out and hungry but you always find them immediately.

It’s a skill. Plus, I doubt I’ll need to eat out for a while after what Geoff got me... [ He looks a little ill ]

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[In a decorative gift box there are 4 identical purple hoodies- in the pockets of each is giftcards to different restaurants and fast food places- and a newer model scope for a sniper rifle]

You always hide stuff in the pockets– Thanks, Jack.

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But, Jack- I didn’t think he’d actually be able to make Geoff fall for the heist- it’s not a real heist!

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[SMS: Dry Bones] I could really go for some juice right now

[his fingers slip]

[SMS: Drama Dad] Because I’m dying

[SMS: Drama Dad] Joel’s given me two weeks. RIP me

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Visiting Rights {Jack&Ray}

Getting Caleb into the hospital had been an experience, but luckily most people don’t look at a small, starving musician in a purple hoodie when there’s a fully grown man leaned against his shoulder, being half-dragged into the emergency room. Ray gives over the appropriate fake name for Caleb, says that Caleb told him it before he passed out, and suggests that the Emergency Nurse call his Uncle Sorola at the police station about the fact the guy has obviously just escaped some shit. He’ll take care of it- he’s the sergeant. 

And with that much done, Ray slips off to avoid getting questioned.

He’s not exactly expecting to see a merc outside of Jack’s room, but the guy is vaguely familiar and he seems to think the same of Ray so it’s no trouble slipping in. His hands are stuffed into his pockets and he stays quiet until he sees that Jack is awake- then he smiles and gives a little shake of his hoodie. It crackles like foil and plastic. “I raided two vending machines on my way up.” Ray says, as he gets near the bed. “I brought Cheetos.” A quiet pause. “Oh- and I brought Caleb in, he’s getting checked out downstairs... That probably should have come first.”

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Am I Fired Yet? | Jack&Ray

Gus’ office is familiar and doesn’t feel like the Precinct. After spending so much time inside of it while he was on the buddy system it just feels like visiting someone’s house, because the Sargent practically lived there anyway. And with as much food as Gus is offering to buy, he knows he must look like shit right now. He waves all of it off, though, shakes his head and just asks for the phone. It’s slid towards him over the desk and he dials nine-nine for outgoing out of habit and then dials Jack’s number. He would use his cell, but reception in here sucks.

Ray listens to the ringing on the other end of the phone and starts to worry, again, about what’s going to happen. Maybe he’ll end up having to call someone else, maybe Jack won’t want to deal with him. He hasn’t been giving him any work, hasn’t been around- maybe Kerry arresting him was just the next thing in a big line of shit going wrong that means he’s slowly getting ousted from the crew. Ryan certainly seems to think that’s the case... and Ray’s reminded, suddenly, of why he won’t be able to call Ryan for a ride, or Gavin- just in case. Michael’s in the hospital, Caleb’s in the hospital (so he thinks) he doesn’t want to bother Geoff if he’s already bothered too. Maybe he’ll end up walking home. That depends on if the pick up he just got on the other end of the phone was Jack, or just his answering machine. 

“Jack?”

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Long Overdue || Jack&Ray

When Geoff offered to pull him out of Gus’ office and stick him in his penthouse, Ray had two things on his mind. One of them, fairly obvious, was Tina, who he knew would be around. The other was getting out of the artic blast that Gus seemed to prefer to an actual temperature, but Ray does admit he’s going to miss hanging out so much with the other man. He learned a lot in just a short time, fucking people over and building chair Pyramids in the middle of the LSPD- he’ll have to visit again sometime.

It’s only after he’s warmed himself up, by cuddling Tina happily in a bed no one was occupied with, that he thinks about another reason he’s glad he’s in Geoff’s apartment. But he doesn’t get a chance to act on the thought until well after the Cavalry has arrived home and Geoff has been dragged away by Jack and then deposited back into the penthouse with the goal to smother each lad that he sees in affection. Ray sidesteps the love-fest and lets Geoff take his happiness out on someone else while he heads for the room he vacated, clutching at the sleeve of his hoodie where it hides several scars of little circles- little pinpricks. Long since faded white.

He stops in the doorway where he can only barely see Jack, and takes in the sight of him- it’s been a while.

“Hey Jack.”

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Good at Lying | Ray & Jack

Ray takes a leaf out of Gavin's book and forgoes his car or (god forbid) the Fagio, and just ends up taking his bike to Central. It's a drive from his apartment- he's closer to the West or South complexes but Jack's at Central and it's Jack that wanted to see him alive. Problem is, Ray's not feeling too alive.

He's got his hoodie on to hide his arms, but his elbow's crease itches anyway. Michael's ultimatum destroyed his pipe and he can't get a new one with Michael hovering over him so much. But he does have things Michael didn't find. He never wanted to use needles before but he can't risk a crash when everyone's still looking around so suspicious. That would call him out for sure. Problem is, needles make his high move too fast, run out quicker, than just blowing clouds. Already his arm itches. He doesn't need this getting out of hand- but Jack only wanted a few hours. He can handle a few hours.

As long as he stops feeling so paranoid- he should be fine.

Ray hops off his bike and doesn't bother putting it away, heading for the door and letting himself in. He moves slowly for the Trials Files office, remembering the last time he was in it. A while ago, to be sure. Spotting Jack isn't hard- the bearded man didn't even see him come in. 

"Told you I was alive. Unless I'm a zombie or something."