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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 6:21 pm
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Copacetic
Weak tease or not, Jamie huffed anyway, poofing his cheeks and crossing his arms. It wasn't legitimate grumpiness, of course, but playing along had been hardwired into him since he met and grew close to Shiloh.
"It's not that I don't wanna be alone," he assured, but quickly shuffled off to the closet for a change of clothes. Unlike Shiloh, sleeping in jeans wasn't Jamie's thing. "Okay, maybe I don't wanna be alone. Is that so bad?" Putting on his best pout while he put on his pj bottoms, he tried to look innocent and pitiable.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 6:40 pm
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Copacetic
"Oh. Well. Glad we're on the same page." With a nod, he looked about ready to join Shiloh under the covers—damn it, Beaumont—only to realize something didn't feel quite right.
"Wow," he muttered, looking down at himself, "These pants are kinda big." They pooled around his feet and hung loosely around his legs in every direction. "Okay..." He dove back into the closet, switching on the light this time so he could actually see what he was grabbing.
The side that had originally been reserved for pants of all sorts seemed a mixed bag of everything now, not exactly as surprising a change as his fish's transformation, so he paid it no mind at first. As he dug, though, it dawned on him that everything on this side was... large to say the least. In comparison to Jamie, anyway.
"Um... Shiloh?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 6:53 pm
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Copacetic
"That's what I said," he replied, actually managing a small laugh, "But that's not even the weirdest thing. I think... I mean, I guess I dunno for sure, but... I think this side of the closet might be your stuff. It's all too big for me. It's weird, though, 'cause your stuff was in the other room..." Picking at the pants he was still wearing, he shook his head.
"Y'know what, these are fine." Without even changing his pants, he flicked off the light and headed back for the bed after a small detour to hit the main light switch, too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 7:08 pm
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Copacetic
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Tomorrow was already building up to be a big day, but it couldn't be any worse than what they'd already faced. At least they were home, at least they had each other. It would be okay.
"You're not dying, you drama queen," he chided, even if he had no room to talk. Jamie could be pretty damn dramatic, too, when he wanted to.
Climbing into bed, he sighed as the tension immediately ebbed out and the comfortable softness cradled him. "Besides, you're not allowed to die. Ever. Or at least not until after tomorrow. I have a lot of questions, y'know." Turning to look at Shiloh, he offered a tiny smile. "For now, though... let's get some sleep."
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 9:01 am
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Softly
If Jamie woke up at all, he didn't remember it. Dreams were what led him entirely, not inklings of reality, of a world that was the same but different in ways they hadn't completely discovered yet. Maybe it was knowing he had Shiloh sleeping next to him, the same Shiloh who hadn't changed—beyond the obvious—and would be there for him no matter what.
Which wasn't to say Jamie was completely safe from worry, even in his dreams. It was between a flash of past and present that Shiloh shook him awake. In the last fading fog of his mind he saw Michael, he saw the dead-eyed stare and the clammy, lifeless skin, he saw a picture of what could happen to his best friend if they weren't more careful. They had to play their cards right this time.
"Shy...?" his voice was light and wipsy, cracking faintly as his eyes slipped open. The vision of Michael became Shiloh in the darkness of his room.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 1:11 pm
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Softly
There was something about the soft, sleepy sweetness in Jamie's voice that tug at his heart and calmed him all at the same time. It made him feel protective, but protected; Secure, yet vulnerable. "It's just me," he said gently in response, "I'm here."
He squeezed his arm, trying his best to look at the clock without disturbing their set up on the bed. Three thirty-eight he thought groggily, head thick with sleep, in the morning.
He flopped his head back down and nudged himself closer. "We slept for ********' ever." though, he didn't seem all too bothered by that. "I got lonely."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 4:05 pm
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Softly
Amidst the calm of early, early morning and the peacefulness Shiloh brought him by doing little more than existing, Jamie could feel the strong thud of his heart as it kicked up once or twice. It was his best friend's words that made a warmth pool inside him, even warmer than the heavy, soft blankets keeping them both cradled and safe from the cold. He lifted his head some and that's when their hair met for sure, followed by their foreheads, the faintest brush of skin against skin.
"And ever," he replied, sounding more sure about it than almost anything else he'd agreed to before. "We should talk. 'Cause y'know I... have a lot to say, too." He smiled, sweetly, stupidly. "Do you have time?"
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