[CLOSED] 13th Contraption

[pineapplesalmon]

Who: César Salazar, Johnny Summer, and John Watson
When: Morning of February 1st
What: Reacting to Rich disappearing
Where: just outside and inside room 102
Warning: N/A

Rich is no where to be found and messaging him doesn't work. César returns to room 102 with a small teddy bear in a trembling hand. His eyes are glassy.

"Rich's gone."

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[pineapplesalmon]

César certainly will need to clean his face and clear out his nose. He sniffs. And nods his agreement to Watson.

"Yes. I feel similarly. Please stay close." César murmurs, wiping tears with the palm of his hand. "W-We'll need to secure his things and keep them with us. For his privacy. I know how to pack small."

He shifts forward so he can lean against Watson's side, listless.

[businessorlibation]

"I propose a group cuddle until at least lunchtime, if not dinner. And perhaps we beg Erin or someone to bring us that meal, so we don't have to leave immediately."

This said as he returns to the bed to, you know. entangle himself with his husbands.

"All in favor, say aye?"

[lightconductor]

"Aye," Watson says, with feeling. His voice is heavy, but he follows into the bed gladly. "And when it does come to packing up things, well... we do that together."

Not a task anyone should take on alone, he thinks.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Aye." César agrees, following both of them and wrapping himself around Johnny with one arm thrown over Watson. "Cuddling, then delivered lunch. And eventually, packing. Together through all of it."

Unlike last time.

But there's not Rich to rush to protect, anymore.