Take a Seat
Chapter 2: Speak of the d’Ville
Jonny stops by.
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Content warnings: guilt, angst, swearing, anxiety attacks/mental illness, morality discussion
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More often than one would think, Jonny would stop by.
Rarely saying anything, he’d creep into the pilot’s quarters in such a way that Brian sometimes failed to notice. Jonny, being a force of chaos, was generally hard to miss, making this a cause for concern.
On these occasions, Brian continued with his work, pausing once or twice to make certain Jonny didn’t need anything other than his company.
Most times, Jonny would stay at his spot next to the wall, knees to chest and head to knees. Calming down from whatever nightmare or horrid thoughts he’d been prey to. Deep in his thoughts, yet close enough to another person to keep himself from slipping too far into a panic.
Jonny was silent, mostly, on nights like this. Mostly.
Some nights, when whatever event first caused these visits had sunk its teeth too far into him, Jonny would talk.
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