[Closed] Can you forgive me for trying again?

[firewalled]

Who: Rich, César, Johnny, and Watson
What: Rich gets a very strange regain, and doesn't realize it's meant to make him question everything his poorly constructed support network hinges on. Embarrassment ensues.
When: June 19th
Where: Cabin 102
Warnings: Likely mentions of alcohol addiction and child abuse.

[The day after the excursion team returns back to the ship is... peaceful, somehow. After the mess that was his conversation with Johnny, Rich had been expecting to wake up with a guilty migraine and the miserable nausea that comes after a good cry, but surprisingly, he wakes without much complaint, and after sneaking some more chocolate from César's drawer, he's feeling well enough to get out of bed, and is actually considering going to the buffet for something substantial to eat when he opens the door and is face to not-face with Friday.

There's envelopes in his hands moments later. He reads the top one, for César, and tries to protest these clearly aren't for him, but she's already off again. She's really bad at answering questions, huh? Granted, that's probably because she's too busy to stick around and have an existential chat.

Well, Rich doesn't mind being the mailman. He's pretty sure his roommate spent the night canoodling with his boyfriends, and now that he's checked the other envelopes, it looks like the other two are addressed to those men. He can get this done quickly before breakfast, surely. It just means he'll end up having to enjoy a good brunch instead.

He knocks on the door to the cabin before checking to see if there's a slipper propping the door open.]

Hey! Are you all decent in there? I don't wanna see a lick of PDA before I come in, alright?

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[lightconductor]

Watson chuckles, and after putting the cards to one side, comes into wrap his arms around everyone in a tight embrace.

"Family it is," he says. He never thought he'd have the chance to define anyone like that, not again, but there's a comfort in it, regardless. "We're an odd family, I suppose, but I don't see anyone laying down rules to follow."

[firewalled]

Rich has no excuses at the moment, but really, after the horror of these backhanded gifts has subsided, he doesn't want to offer any platitudes to wrangle himself out of this. He just wraps his arms tight around Johnny, while still pressed against César, and in no time at all he feels Watson join in a warm embrace to Rich's side. He laughs a bit, still sniffling and trying to compose himself, but the situation just feels ridiculous and lovely enough that he can't help the joy overwhelming his earlier fear.

He hears that term, too. He was never the best in Spanish class, but he thinks he understands what César is saying. He understands Johnny and Watson as well, not knowing the rules but being willing to toss them out for the sake of someone you care for.

It's harder for him to poke his head out of the hug and not sound too muffled when he speaks, but he manages, with a slight chuckle again as he gets confetti in his mouth. Bleh. Younger him really needed better ratio control.

"You guys don't mind? Figuring out the rules as we go along and stuff? Like I know the basics, no murder or arson, but... the rest is gonna take me some getting used to." That was a bad joke.

[businessorlibation]

"If you decide to get into vigilante justice, I prefer to know up front. Which I know sounds like an unlikely instance, but it's a situation I've been surprised by before." This is also a bad joke. He melts into the group hug like the short king he is.

"Otherwise, though, we'll work through this all together. All of us, promise."

[pineapplesalmon]

"I'm odd, so there's no way we could be anything but. And, yes, please do warn us about any vigilante justice, and do keep the murdering and arson to a minimum." César might have to ask about that story, sometime, Johnny; the arson part is said more gently, all considering. "And my parents had to throw away the rulebook with me, so turnabout is fair play."

He can feel Johnny melt into the hug after Watson joins them. This is nice, wonderful. Something he thought would never happen again to him: a hug amongst four people.