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Aug. 5th, 2013 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_hermitWho: Dylan and Merritt
What: On the bad nights they all have, and how the others are too young for it
onebehind: *this is him, slipping into the suite at the same ungodly hour it is now, wearing the same hoodie he was when he left the cards, hood up. he decided he couldn't sleep, that a walk might help and that being noticed probably wouldn't be in anyone's best interests, in case you're wondering. but at any rate, he turns once he's through the door, to catch it so he can close it quietly, and then reaches up to push down the hood as he turns back into the suite*
the_hermit: *he knows the feeling on not being able to sleep. he's stretched out on the couch in more or less the exact same position he was when they got arrested in Vegas, bare feet up on the couch's arm, a book in hand - though he's sans hat at the moment, and is wearing lounge pants and a t-shirt. there's also an empty water glass within reach. he looks over the top of the book at Dylan when he comes in, going back to reading long enough to finish the paragraph before he sets the book down, open, on his chest* Nice night?
onebehind: *he flashes him a crooked smile and moves to get a bottle of water, shrugging out of the hoodie as he goes* Definitely not sweatshirt weather, but ... otherwise? Yeah.
the_hermit: There are crazy people jogging in hoodies all year round, no matter if they're either sweating or freezing to death.
onebehind: Usually I'm not one of those crazy people, but I figured it was better than running the risk of someone spotting me. *thank you, cameras fucking everywhere, entire world. thanks so much for that. but at any rate, he grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge, dumps his hoodie on the back of a chair as he comes back, and then rounds said chair to sit down*
the_hermit: I think that's the kid's thought on the whole thing. Or he's just continuing to express his desire to be you when he grows up.
onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh, the grin that follows undoubtedly fond* Either way, I'm not going to stop him.
the_hermit: *just looks at him for a moment before he smiles slightly, letting out an amused breath through his nose before he picks his book up again to close it properly and set it aside. and, as he's sitting up...* Anything have you out pounding the pavement?
onebehind: *he hums when Merritt smiles, relieved that he picked up on the fact that he wasn't being entirely serious, and takes a sip of his water. he recaps it as Merritt sits up, sets it down on the table, and shrugs* Couldn't sleep. *he nods to the book* I get the feeling that's going around.
the_hermit: *well, that, and he's still cataloguing things about Dylan, including that fondness, and so on. - he just nods slightly to that* We tend to take our turns at it around here. *he'd noticed that pretty soon in, that they all had some sleepless nights*
onebehind: *he arches his eyebrows at him, the smile fading, and while he doesn't say anything, he makes the question clear enough on his face. are the sleepless nights a product of nightmares or not being able to shut your brain off? or is it more ... just not being able to get comfortable? bad reasons or annoying reasons? he figures the former, but ... *
the_hermit: *and the answer should be obvious on his face even as he tries to figure out how to word it. the former, yeah* It's a nice enough place. That doesn't matter to what's going on in the upstairs, sometimes.
onebehind: *he looks briefly, vaguely and somehow genuinely apologetic all at once* No, it doesn't.
the_hermit: *shrugs that off - not dismissing it, just...* I mostly overthink. Too much... *lifts a hand to make a vague gesture next to his head. voices in his head, and so on.* But... *makes a face. the fact that the others are as young as they are and have nightmares and so on bothers him more than he'd thought it would. but, much as he knows they all trust Dylan, he's not sure it's his place to be talking about this without them knowing Dylan knows. and to that end...* I'm guessing the FBI has a file like mine on the others, too. *Merritt might not know everything of the others' histories, but he knows a lot - and why they have those sleepless nights*
onebehind: *his expression hardens a little -- not to the point where he's unreadable, but he's definitely not making it easy, if only because he's trying to hide the fact that it bothers him that they have nightmares, too. not that he doesn't think they have the right -- they all had pretty shitty lives and that's part of the reason why he picked them, specifically -- but ... they're so young and the fact that they do have nightmares rubs him the wrong way in the same way it does Merritt* They do, yeah. *he wets his lips with his tongue, like he's going to say something else, but nothing comes. he may or may not be just a little angry on their behalf*
the_hermit: *and just nods to that - to all of it, really. because yeah, he definitely gets the anger*
onebehind: *well, at least it's not just him. he holds Merritt's gaze for a moment, then huffs out a sigh, reaching up to thumb at his eyes*
the_hermit: *nope* There were patterns, while we were working. Daniel getting extra anal about everything, and Jack going for more runs and everyone leaving more cards laying around. I don't know if they're different now that we're taking a break.
What: On the bad nights they all have, and how the others are too young for it
onebehind: *this is him, slipping into the suite at the same ungodly hour it is now, wearing the same hoodie he was when he left the cards, hood up. he decided he couldn't sleep, that a walk might help and that being noticed probably wouldn't be in anyone's best interests, in case you're wondering. but at any rate, he turns once he's through the door, to catch it so he can close it quietly, and then reaches up to push down the hood as he turns back into the suite*the_hermit: *he knows the feeling on not being able to sleep. he's stretched out on the couch in more or less the exact same position he was when they got arrested in Vegas, bare feet up on the couch's arm, a book in hand - though he's sans hat at the moment, and is wearing lounge pants and a t-shirt. there's also an empty water glass within reach. he looks over the top of the book at Dylan when he comes in, going back to reading long enough to finish the paragraph before he sets the book down, open, on his chest* Nice night? onebehind: *he flashes him a crooked smile and moves to get a bottle of water, shrugging out of the hoodie as he goes* Definitely not sweatshirt weather, but ... otherwise? Yeah.the_hermit: There are crazy people jogging in hoodies all year round, no matter if they're either sweating or freezing to death. onebehind: Usually I'm not one of those crazy people, but I figured it was better than running the risk of someone spotting me. *thank you, cameras fucking everywhere, entire world. thanks so much for that. but at any rate, he grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge, dumps his hoodie on the back of a chair as he comes back, and then rounds said chair to sit down*the_hermit: I think that's the kid's thought on the whole thing. Or he's just continuing to express his desire to be you when he grows up. onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh, the grin that follows undoubtedly fond* Either way, I'm not going to stop him.the_hermit: *just looks at him for a moment before he smiles slightly, letting out an amused breath through his nose before he picks his book up again to close it properly and set it aside. and, as he's sitting up...* Anything have you out pounding the pavement? onebehind: *he hums when Merritt smiles, relieved that he picked up on the fact that he wasn't being entirely serious, and takes a sip of his water. he recaps it as Merritt sits up, sets it down on the table, and shrugs* Couldn't sleep. *he nods to the book* I get the feeling that's going around.the_hermit: *well, that, and he's still cataloguing things about Dylan, including that fondness, and so on. - he just nods slightly to that* We tend to take our turns at it around here. *he'd noticed that pretty soon in, that they all had some sleepless nights* onebehind: *he arches his eyebrows at him, the smile fading, and while he doesn't say anything, he makes the question clear enough on his face. are the sleepless nights a product of nightmares or not being able to shut your brain off? or is it more ... just not being able to get comfortable? bad reasons or annoying reasons? he figures the former, but ... *the_hermit: *and the answer should be obvious on his face even as he tries to figure out how to word it. the former, yeah* It's a nice enough place. That doesn't matter to what's going on in the upstairs, sometimes. onebehind: *he looks briefly, vaguely and somehow genuinely apologetic all at once* No, it doesn't.the_hermit: *shrugs that off - not dismissing it, just...* I mostly overthink. Too much... *lifts a hand to make a vague gesture next to his head. voices in his head, and so on.* But... *makes a face. the fact that the others are as young as they are and have nightmares and so on bothers him more than he'd thought it would. but, much as he knows they all trust Dylan, he's not sure it's his place to be talking about this without them knowing Dylan knows. and to that end...* I'm guessing the FBI has a file like mine on the others, too. *Merritt might not know everything of the others' histories, but he knows a lot - and why they have those sleepless nights* onebehind: *his expression hardens a little -- not to the point where he's unreadable, but he's definitely not making it easy, if only because he's trying to hide the fact that it bothers him that they have nightmares, too. not that he doesn't think they have the right -- they all had pretty shitty lives and that's part of the reason why he picked them, specifically -- but ... they're so young and the fact that they do have nightmares rubs him the wrong way in the same way it does Merritt* They do, yeah. *he wets his lips with his tongue, like he's going to say something else, but nothing comes. he may or may not be just a little angry on their behalf*the_hermit: *and just nods to that - to all of it, really. because yeah, he definitely gets the anger* onebehind: *well, at least it's not just him. he holds Merritt's gaze for a moment, then huffs out a sigh, reaching up to thumb at his eyes*the_hermit: *nope* There were patterns, while we were working. Daniel getting extra anal about everything, and Jack going for more runs and everyone leaving more cards laying around. I don't know if they're different now that we're taking a break. 
