[log] fuck [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Gregory House, John Watson, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location: building 120 and building 101
Date: evening of 190 to morning of 192
Summary: when you see "House" and "Royce" in the same log you know it's gonna be a party
Warnings: ear removal

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - death, murder, torture, yelling, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

Comments

[jumpthegun]

[John rolls his eye, but there's a little smirk on his own lips. If things could just stay like this between them, that would be for the best. Sharing a quiet joke, ribbing each other about things that don't really matter much in the grand scheme of things here. That's how he wants it to be with Alfie. The other man is easy enough to talk to when they aren't fighting. One of the easiest, in fact.]

You're incorrigible. I didn't report it sometimes on my taxes when the clients paid us in cash. [He's a felony, Alfie. A murdering felon.]

Thanks for making me eat, Alfie.

[He's handing back the Cheez-its, though, because Cheez-its are disgusting.]

[devoutish]

Yeah. Finish off the apple before bed.

[jumpthegun]

Yes, sir. [John elbows Alfie lightly in the arm, but finishes the apple off in a few bites. He stands after that, and while he's still tired and things are still awful, they aren't quite as bad as they were.]

Night, Alfie.

[John shuffles off back to his corner, wrapping his own and Alfie's blanket around himself tightly and propping himself up on his pack. John lets his eyes slide closed, trusting the other man, even when he really probably shouldn't.]