[closed] Use it to put me to sleep...

[smokedout]

Who: Jason Stevenson (snowjoke) and Jamie Dodger (smokedout)
What: Jason is human again, and it's time to celebrate. It probably won't go as planned.
When: Tuesday night, near midnight.
Where: Dome 200.
Notes: Non-consensual/violent content.

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Dodger had dozed off in front of the TV, but his sleep schedule has never been the best, and he isn't surprised to be fully awake in the middle of the night again. He checks his phone and groans at the time.. but more importantly, Jason had been curled up on his chest when he fell asleep, and the spot where he was feels a bit empty now.

Still a bit off-balance, he stumbles into the kitchen and stands in the doorway for a moment, just watching. There is Jason Stevenson, naked and on all fours in his kitchen. In the back of his mind.. he thinks this might be less frustrating if it was the first time he'd walked into this.

"Should've gotten you a collar."

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[snowjoke]

Jason's gotten a lot stronger then Doder's seen him. He forces himself up looking around, he knows Dodger is here, he didn't teleport he was watching. His legs are shaking but at least he's standing.

"di-did you mean it?" His voice is so desperate, as he stumbles taking a few steps to the exit, or something to hold onto. He just wants to hear Dodger say something, to offer him some sort of support for this very tramatic event.

He continues to look for Dodger in the room, he can't hide from him forever. He doesn't seem like he wants to hurt him or to do anything majorly drastic, he just wants answers.

[smokedout]

It's getting far too cold in here, and his body heats up to make up for it. He can't think straight like this, but he can't just leave Jason there...

He's visible again, his hand missing its first attempt to grab onto the medicine cabinet. He pulls out a jar of burn ointment - he knew others would need it, and clearly he was correct - and slides it across the floor toward Jason.

He can't answer him, not exactly. He can't explain what was going on in his head and he's never told Jason what his medication is for. He certainly can't explain what he's done to Theon, and what Theon's done to him.

"Just- go home." He hesitates. "Back to your dome, or- the clinic, something, just get out."

He doesn't want to deal with this. Not in his own space where he can't escape.

[snowjoke]

He watches him come back with relief but it fades off his face as he's told to leave.

He opens his mouth to speak but there's just more tears as he closes it again. He doesn't move quite yet, just quietly staring at him before he just nods biting his lip. He doesn't want to cry in front of Dodger more than he already was.


Jason looks down at the burn cream bending over painfully to pick it up, his ice-crusted skin would help the pain a bit as well. He had no clothes or anything to bring back with him, he just wobbles out, the pain was there but mentally he's numb. He does stop to pick up Dodger's sweatshirt to put on, he can't go outside like this.

He doesn't have a reaction like normally when Dodger fucks up, he doesn't yell or scream at him, no insults or jabs. He just quietly leaves the room, the door open but he doesn't look back at all. Dodger needed to think and Jason was checked out, his movements mechanical and stiff.

[smokedout]

It would have hurt much less if Jason had screamed at him. He could sit there and take it, and maybe that would count as the apology that he can't bring himself to give.

He doesn't speak, or even look at Jason as he leaves. Doesn't notice his hoodie being stolen. As soon as the door closes he slams a fist into the wall, leaving yet another scorch mark before sinking to the ground and burying his head in his knees.