“I don’t like that look. What happened?”
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hi I love this dynamic I'm so glad we talked about this
Jay leaned against the counter between them, choosing to stay quiet while he waited for Mouse to notice his presence. In reality, he probably already had, but the last thing Jay wanted to do was surprise him and make him jumpy in the middle of the day. That might throw him off for the rest of the week, and then where would they be?
But he didn't have to wait long, not when he received a glance and a dismissive wave - to most people, it would be seen as being told to go away, but Jay had known his best friend enough to know his quirks and idiosyncrasies. That wave meant come in, and he was one of the only people who knew how to translate it. There were maybe three people in the world who knew what gesture meant, and two of them were in that room.
And that was fine. He was more than happy to translate the odd things for everyone else as needed. It kept things running smoothly, and it wasn't like he didn't have plenty of practice. The thing that wasn't fine was the frown, the expression that he didn't know how to read only because the person who made it generally didn't know what it meant, either. Unless he was wrong, for once, which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.
"I don't like that look." Settling into one of the wheeled chairs, Jay shook his head and willed himself to relax. Tension didn't help things. He just needed to ask the right questions, not worry over things he couldn't fix yet. "What happened?"
Mouse let out a grunt instead of an actual response, pacing around the small space as if he was looking for something. Whether it was something in the boxes of tech or some unknown answer to the universe, Jay couldn't tell, but they'd get there.
"That's fine, I won't make you talk." Jay never understood it, but that almost made it easier. Words could be misconstrued too easily, make every answer wrong, confuse them before they got to one at all. The quiet was easier - nodding for yes, shaking a head for no, a few basic signs they'd both picked up over the years when they needed to be more specific. It worked, and he wasn't going to stop doing something that worked. "I'll just go through the list, okay? Just yes or no. Did you eat lunch?"
He got a nod, even if Mouse was still pacing, and that was a relief. With so much going on upstairs, Jay hadn't been able to make it down, only hearing whispers about a sandwich run from Kim and Roman when he passed through on his way down to the garage. "That's good. So, you're not hungry. Have you had anything to drink today?"
Another nod, a gesture toward the empty can and the mug on the desk at his elbow. The energy drink probably wasn't exactly hydrating, but the tea was a good sign. And there was water in the fridge by his knees, if they needed to come back to that point.
"I know it's probably stupid to ask because none of us ever do, but did you sleep okay last night? Full eight hours?"
Mouse stopped pacing to look at him, his expression pointed and easy to read - that was a no, but that was to be expected. Jay couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a full night's rest, either.
"Yeah, we'll come back to that one. It's okay." But that was the end of the list, off the top of his head. That was every basic human need he could come up with without pulling the longer list of questions up on his phone. But basic human needs weren't the only things that sent Mouse into this kind of spin - stress could do it, or anyone raising their voice to much, or being dismissed... Maybe Roman had been rude while dropping off lunch, or something. Jay wouldn't have put it past him. And there was an unorthodox fix to that kind of thing.
"Do you need to sit down?"
Mouse blinked at him, as if thinking over the question, like he hadn't even considered that. He'd been up on his feet since Jay walked into the room, at least, maybe a side effect of the stress but certainly not something that helped it. And there were more memories than he could count of both of them settled on the floor, seated on the thin carpet of their first apartments, doing nothing but enjoying each other's quiet company.
"Not in a chair, I mean. When's the last time you just... sat on the floor? I've noticed that helps."
Blinking again, Mouse hesitated before lowering himself to the ground. He stayed quiet while he settled there, in the middle of the floor, and processed the new position and the new sensations that came with it. He didn't look unhappy, his frown even disappeared, and that was a good thing.
"Did that help this time?"
"Good. I'll come join you. Today's been exhausting."