Mostly Closed Catch-all for November

[azurestar]

Who: Lance (azurestar) and CR
What: Catch-all for November, after this
When: All of November
Where: Prufrock, Cellar Door, Crenshaw

Content Warnings: discussion of death, murder, trauma/ptsd, psychosis, past torture

( ooc: this is a catchall for Lance this November after his conflict with Reaper and then Maul, though I am trying to keep my new threads this month limited in number, if you have CR with Lance already you are welcome to come plot something with me here or on plurk at spypigeon and we can start something here in this log or I may ask to wait till next month while I get his inbox more caught up and under control if I've already got too much going on, either way I'm happy to plot always! )

Comments

cw: implied drug abuse

[azurestar]

[Lance snorts and lets the pizza gag drop for now. Then he rubs his arm and looks down when the whole drama around the last time they spoke is out there in the open now. It also reminds him he's still badly injured and probably needs to sit down soon, everything hurts pretty intensely.]

Yeah, it does. [He lets out a breath.] Hey, I've gotta go get some painkillers in the loft. You wanna come up?

[That's not too weird, right? His use of painkillers in less than healthy ways sometimes is not an issue he wants to get into right now, but he's injured so it's a valid thing to mention.]

Re: cw: implied drug abuse

[leg_with_heart]

[It's not something he hasn't noticed, but given the circumstances, Hunk figures the request is legitimate enough. At least he can be there to keep an eye on him for the time being.]

Sure. I kept the animals company, might as well do the same for you, right?

[azurestar]

[Lance huffs a soft laugh and heads over to the ladder leading to the loft.]

I mean, isn't that what best friends are for?

[Aside from company, he maaay need a spotter on the ladder since he's still pretty badly wounded. And as he starts climbing he's got to stop and breathe through practically every other step.]

[leg_with_heart]

[ Hunk follows behind Lance, a bit closer when it becomes evident that he's not having the easiest time. He's always ready to catch a friend. ]

Yeah. Among other things, keeping you fed, watching your back, providing comedy relief, that kinda thing.

[azurestar]

[He pauses and hugs the ladder for a moment to look back at Hunk in concern. Sure, his best friend could just be joking around, but he knows that it isn't always that simple and his recent experiences and persistent insecurities nag at him to say something.]

Dude, you're so much more than just those things. Especially to me. You know that, right?

[leg_with_heart]

[Hunk looks up at Lance as he pauses, curious, until he hears what Lance has to say. A smile tugs at his lips and his eyes begin to well up.]

Aw, Lance! Of course I do, man!

[Somehow, even in spite of all the shenanigans Lance had spearheaded, a good fraction of which Hunk had been completely on board with contrary to belief, Hunk couldn't miss the love Lance seems to emanate. It isn't often Lance is straightforward with it, but he doesn't have to. Which makes it all the more surprising and noticeable when Lance does feel the need to bring it up.]

[azurestar]

[Lance looks at him a moment longer and smiles faintly, then nods and resumes climbing.]

Alright, good. Just making sure.

[It's been a rough time lately, call him extra sensitive. But he manages to get up the rest of the way. Why ladders are so hard but regular walking and stairs are less so, he doesn't really want to understand right now. By the time he's on the loft's landing, he just flops over onto it with his legs dangling over the edge and groans loudly and then speaks through shallow wheezing breaths.]

This is gonna be such a pain to do like every day, man.

[There should be room for Hunk to get up into the loft past Lance's slumped over dramatic. Once he's up there, he'll find a bunch of Lance's things from Mouse House in Deerington. The mattress, a small desk, dresser etc. And the place is not nearly as neat as Lance is usually known for. Not that he's a particularly neat person to begin with, but he's not a slob, there's usually an order to how he arranges his things and he puts things away. Up here… that's not really the case. There's even a pile of something covered by a sheet in the far part of the small loft that looks weirdly like people hiding underneath, but it's not. Obviously. Haha.]

[leg_with_heart]

[At Lance's lament at making this a regular climb, Hunk almost immediately begins looking around the barn for ways to make the journey a bit more bearable. He climbs his way to the top and takes a seat next to Lance's slumped form.]

I dunno, we could probably manage some kinda pulley system if not an actual elevator. At the very least, a ramp?

[azurestar]

[Lance looks up at Hunk with a bit of an exasperated fondness, his breathing still rough and shallow from the exertion and injury, but improving. Trust his best friend the engineer to immediately look for a way to build him something. It would be going way out of the way, when…]

Hunk, buddy. I'm pretty sure it's way less work to just move into a house or something.

[leg_with_heart]

[Hunk shoots Lance a dry glance.]

You underestimate how easily I could rig up a pulley system. [He smirks.] Besides, when you do move out of this place, you're gonna wanna get all your stuff down from up here, right?

[azurestar]

[Well… that's something Lance had not thought about.]

Well, yeah I guess that's a good point. And how easy you talking?

[leg_with_heart]

[Hunk glances around the room once more, at the ceiling, considering the best way to get to where he would need to get.]

Depending on what I can get my hands on, a couple hours tops.

[azurestar]

[Lance blinks and raises his brows, but honestly, he's not that surprised. Hunk is smart and talented and he huffs a bit of a laugh and says lightly:]

Man, I so don't deserve a best friend as awesome as you.

[It's meant to be light, he's chuckling and grinning as he says it. But it dislodges something in his chest and after a moment his brows draw together. Oh…]

[leg_with_heart]

[Hunk gives a playfully dismissive shrug, resting his weight on his hands propped up behind him.] No one's more deserving of a friend as awesome as me than you, buddy.

[He turns his head toward Lance just in time to see his brows furrowing, and his tone grows a bit more concerned.]

Lance, you okay?

[azurestar]

[He lays there glancing down like he's practically trying to see through himself to where his feet are dangling over the edge of the access hole leading to the loft. Does he have the capacity for another breaking open of his emotions today? He doesn't know.]

I… yeah. [His eyes close, brows drawing together and he makes himself admit it, his head shaking back and forth in case the word doesn't come. It does come, but it's very quiet.] …No.

[leg_with_heart]

[Hunk's brow mimics Lance's furrow, although there's a deep layer of empathy and care behind his. He lays on his side to face Lance, propping his head up on his hand and reaching out to give his shoulder a gentle squeeze.]

Let it out if you need to, buddy.

[azurestar]

[For a long moment it looks like he's holding his breath and his eyes dart to the other side a few times intermittently. Almost like he's looking at or listening to something only he can see, but also just trying to process. That morning, he kind of unexpectedly unloaded on Bolin and even though it was not that long ago, it's just a blur of complex pain and word vomit that only scraped the surface.]

I… don't even know where to start, man… I mean, how- how do I- [he gestures helplessly with a hand] …after all that?