Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Sleep, still not the easiest thing to come by, and when it finally did, the timing was all off, leaving Effy crawling her way to consciousness in the early afternoon. Not that it mattered, really, since it was a weekend anyway.

There was the surfacing of the realisation she should probably get up, get dressed, go out, do something... But not really the inclination. Too many other things spinning around in her head. A brief investigation down the side of her bed revealed the bottle she kept there was empty. Well. There went that solution. Shit.

Eventually, she made the effort to slip out of bed and turn up her music loud enough to almost drown out most of the snippets of conversation in the back of her head making her twitchy, and slid down to sit on the floor, back against her bed and head dropped back against the mattress. Picking up bad, floor-sitting habits. Wonder whose fault that was.

[[Door is closed, post can be open with the warning the girl is extra messy and broken. ETA: aaand I should probably tack on an extra WARNING for delicate subject matters ahead: discussion of alcohol abuse, mental health issues, etc.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine how I am," he said idly, looking back at her as he wandered around, still using how things looked in her room to give him an idea of how long she'd been acting like a hermit.

"What's going on in your head?" he asked since she'd elaborated a bit. "Anything interesting?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Always." She was sure he wanted a little more than that. "Full of ponies and rainbows and shit." Yep, that was what she'd spend the best part of a week brooding over. Really.

"How about yours?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, peachy," he said, picking through some things on her desk. "Been having nightmares about my father as a vampire. Or hearing my mother screaming. Swell, right?"

Right. He shook his head again. "Starting the lying early tonight, aren't we?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Apparently." Like he'd noted earlier, sarcasm shield. Needed to work up to honesty. And though he was probably taking his cue from her, his 'peachy' wasn't exactly ringing true, funnily enough.

"Find anything interesting?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex laughed at that and shook his head again. He didn't know how much of this he could put up with before he started getting irritated. He'd had a long span of days too.

"Evidence that you've been living in this room, acting like a hermit," he said, eventually pulling her chair out to sit down. "Couldn't even come visit me in the clinic."

Not that he'd been there for longer than a few hours but she probably didn't know that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Didn't know you'd gone." Well, Effy remembered he'd said he was going, and that she should come, but... Lost track of the agreement to tag along somewhere after that.

She cocked her head, eying the sling. "Shoulder alright?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, it's not all right," Alex said, rolling his eyes. "It fucking hurts and I can't use it. It fucking sucks. But I don't think I've crossed your mind the last few days, have I?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Trouble with her method of numbing everything, people ended up getting lost in that haze along with everything else. Or, at least, the idea of going and finding them did.

Effy frowned, "Of course you have." Couldn't forget him. Just... got a little preoccupied.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not enough for you to do anything about," he pointed out, watching her carefully. "So, what have you been doing? Drinking until you pass out? Brooding?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"One way of getting some decent sleep." Which couldn't stop the odd nightmare from rearing it's ugly head, but maybe it stepped in to cut down the amount. A girl could hope.

"And more fun than staring at the walls." Didn't really want anyone picking up something was off, so popping out to common rooms wasn't exactly high on her agenda.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, you're not getting sleep. You're drinking. You're acting like a hermit," he said, ticking those off on his hand. "And I bet if I asked you how you were, you'd say fine."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If I wanted you to yell at me, sure." But right now she was getting the sense he a) wouldn't believe her and b) ... would go for the yelling idea. Or at least, be extremely cranky at her. He'd already bitched about her lying once in the last couple minutes.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He'd probably definitely start yelling. Or snapping. He wouldn't be happy, at the very least. "You've got such faith in me, don't you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"... Yep." It helped that she'd seen him do it before. There were certain ways in which he was fairly predictable to her. "Kinda know you."

"Bet if I said anything else you'd think I was an impostor." Or, you know, worry.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, maybe I should yell anyway," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Not like anything else seems to be working. You're fucking hibernating, Effy. And it's not winter."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure it is somewhere." Like, the Southern hemisphere. Not that she should be taking that as an excuse to hermit. "What's the yelling supposed to get you?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe that'd get through to you," he said, reaching behind him to undo the sling so he could get his arm out of it. It was going to fucking hurt but he didn't care.

"Or maybe you should yell at me," he offered.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What're you doing?" Yeah, pretty sure that yanking off the sling wasn't going to be the greatest idea ever as far as healing went.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna fuck my shoulder up a little more," he said, dropping that sling beside him carelessly. "Nothing to concern yourself with. I'm sure you've got other people to listen to tonight."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Maybe she did, but...

Effy shook her head. "And what the fuck good is that gonna do?" Throwing off an injury just because he was pissed at her. Great logic.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Because I fucking want to. Who cares if it's bad for me, if that's what I wanna do, I'm gonna do it."

Believe it or not, he was trying to make a point even if he was going about it in a painful sort of way. He actually did raise that bum arm of his, feeling the pull of stiff muscles and the pain immediately after.

He didn't even bother to hide it. "I don't think you'd notice anything different about me if I didn't do this in front of you. Maybe you'll wake up for a bit."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm awake!" Clearly, and the look of pain on his face was enough to make her expression twist in discomfort. "Been talking to me ten fucking minutes. Don't dislocate something for that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's fine," he said, gritting that out despite how not fine it was. He rotated that shoulder around again and would have passed out if he hadn't been steeling himself against it.

"You haven't been awake since you got back," he added after that had passed. "Wake the fuck up Effy and get out of your head. I know you can so do it now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not fine. That was definitely the look of Not Fucking Fine, and she shook her head. If he wanted to distress her, he was going the right way about that. "Alex, stop it! What the fuck?"

If he wanted reactions, putting himself through great fucking pain was at least one way he'd found that worked.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, if this is what it took to get through that haze she'd been walking around in since they'd been back, he'd do it. He wasn't going to solve it but he knew she could get out of it.

"Why should I stop it?" he asked, raising his arm again and keeping his eyes on hers. "Because you say so? You don't care. You've got other things to do. You've been gone since we got back. So, I can do this without worry."