[OPEN + CLOSED] And sooner or later, it's over

[midnightroads]

When: Post-Carnival February
Where: Chatterbox, Tauva, etc.
Summary: Bash is not doing well. But he's coping?
Warnings:

1. And I don't want the world to see me [Closed to Ossie]
Erin and Giles have both suggested that maybe Bash talk to Ossie, but he's been a little shy, a little chickenshit about it, but like. He's finally worked up the courage to send a text. Like, nothing huge, nothing that's going to rock his or Ossie's world. In fact, it's only three words. Eight letters and a punctuation mark.

hey u busy?

This is what an act of bravery looks like.


2. 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand [Chatterbox]
Of course, there's another thing someone can do when they're upset. They can sing about it.

Bash has been hyperaware of the fact that his boyfriend's a whole bard, so he didn't really tell Jeff where he was going on this particular night before sneaking out to Chatterbox and occupying the stage. He's, uh. He's sure doing some feeling-y songs, from Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" to MCR's "I'm Not Okay (I Promise) to some early Linkin Park. Look, he's just laying it all out on the stage while he's alone. Because he is alone, right? There's no one about to walk in and see him pouring his guts out.

Right?


3. When everything's made to be broken [Sand Dollars]
Some things are a constant. Bash taking time to make coffee for people is one of them. In some other universe, he might have had a cafe, but in this one, all he has is Sand Dollars, and the time he gets with anyone who wants a cuppa.

Come say hi, he's brewing the good shit today.


4. I just want you to know who I am [Wildcard]
darkersolstice or darkersolstice#9463 to plot

Comments

[midnightroads]

"I can't be that here. I couldn't be that in the city, either." Duplicity, he means, though his relationship with Boston wasn't that much better. "I feel like chunks are being taken out of me, little by little."

[busball]

"I think there's a way to be whatever you feel you need to be here...but also be compassionate and warm. Probably some balancing act." A beat. "And...I mean, you've always been kind to me and I'm pretty sure others." There's a shrug.

"I'm sorry you're hurting because of it, though." A beat. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

[midnightroads]

"I don't know. If I knew what would help, I'd have asked someone for that at some point, but that's not...I don't know."

Huff-puff-puff.

[busball]

It's hard to know what to do or say and Klaus isn't really...this is why he's the fun one. "Okay. So...tell me what...that's not ends with. And whatever you need to say. I want to understand so I can...I dunno. At least be there if nothing else."

[midnightroads]

"That's not as important as everything else going on right now. My needs can wait."

His needs always wait.

[busball]

Klaus gives him a very pointed look. “No. They can’t. They very obviously can’t.” They’re gonna make everyone regret making them self aware. “Your needs are just as important as the other bullshit on this ship. So talk to me.”

[midnightroads]

"Fucking hell, this is usually my job, you know."

...that's not not part of the problem. It's the whole juggling thing, trying to keep all the balls up in the air, and some of the balls are eggs and you never wanted to juggle anyway.

[busball]

“Yeah, well you guys trained me too well.” Klaus shrugs. “So you only have yourselves to blame for that.”

[midnightroads]

"Sweetheart. Klaus. Darling. I have hardly trained you. You'd know if I had, but I think Nobunaga would be mad if I did."

His smirk is crooked, but this, too, is an attempt at evasion.

[busball]

“He almost certainly would. But we both know that’s not what I mean.” A beat. “And we both know you’re hoping I’ll get distracted by that and your face and drop this. I know because that’s what I’d do.”

They shrug. It’s just one of those things. “Is it really helping to avoid talking about it and hoping it goes away?” At least they already said this was hypocrisy hours. Cause they sure still do this shit all the time.