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[gigadevilbreaker]

[Griffin drifts back to consciousness around an hour later, a pool of spit dribbled onto Jay's chest.]

Mmnnh...?

[Wait. That's a body under him.

Startled, he jerks back - ow, still ow - mortified that he'd trapped him there for god knows how long.]

Jay?? How long was I out?! Sorry, I--

[mind_blown]

[he is very much still passed out.

he doesn't even notice the drool stain on his shirt. hell, if anything he just readjusts, turning towards griffin]

[gigadevilbreaker]

...

...Jay?

[Nudges his shoulder lightly.]

[mind_blown]

[........... yeah no he's super dead.

for all the shit he was talking about having energy, he sure seems exhausted now that he's asleep]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[...Well, maybe he should let him sleep. Jay seems to need it.

With a hiss, Griffin sits up and looks around. Maybe a bath to help with the soreness. The Feint could probably get dinner prep started, too?

...

He glances back down at Jay. Strange, that without all the cockiness on his face, he seemed so weary? Griffin found himself... brushing Jay's hair with his fingers, ever so lightly. Fondly admiring his sleeping face.]

Get some rest.

[...A moment more, and he pulls the blankets over him, and lets him be.]

[mind_blown]

[yeah, it's a long sleep, a solid 10+ hours later, before he actually starts to live again, and he pushes himself up probably way too quickly.

his normally put together look is rather-- well, his hair is definitely in a more natural state but now, and he's not quite registering where the hell he is for a moment.]

... Shit.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[No one responds. But a quick glance would register Griffin, with headphones on, at a writing desk hunched over some project or another.

If Jay was a closet nerd with his books, then Griffin was a closet artist - he had sketches and coloring samples strewn across, taped to the wall around him. Little personal projects, just for him.

He's tapping his pen to the beat of some song, humming along sporadically.]

[mind_blown]

[time to be nosy.

Though, he wants the coffee now more than he did this afternoon. And he is definitely starving by now.

He runs a tired hand through his hair, and then pushes off the bed. He isn’t bothering Griffin just yet, observing instead.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[If he peers over Griffin's shoulder, he'll find him working on the layout of what looks like a mural of birds in flight. The birds themselves are unexpectedly elegant, delicate in their rendering. A heraldic style to their wings, all curves and filigree.

Meanwhile, the background is harsh, rough, like graffiti. Thorns and flames and heavy metal imagery lining the frame.]

[mind_blown]

[gonna lean against him, now announcing his presence.

He’ll wait until he takes the headphones off to speak.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[Griffin starts, but to his credit, he doesn't jump out of his skin. If anything, he's more embarrassed at the thought of how long Jay might've been standing there.

He tears off his headphones, with a look of annoyance that was mostly just for show.]

I was starting t'think you died.

[mind_blown]

[he shrugs, and offers,]

I forgot to set my alarm.

What’re you drawing?

[gigadevilbreaker]

[Huffs, but doesn't push the issue.]

Trying to decide on a design to paint on the side of my van.

[mind_blown]

Going for something that's both soft and harsh, and all cool?

[he says, with a quick appraisal of the birds vs. the background. something that would probably make sense with the two halves Griffin sees in himself.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

...Dunno, didn't think about it that much. I just like how they look.

[Soft things should look pretty. Rad things should look harsh.]

[mind_blown]

Well, it kinda looks like what you're going for.

[and then he finally leans away.]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[Griffin regards him carefully for a moment, then puts down his pen.]

...What were you dreaming about? You looked like you were having a nightmare for a while there.

[mind_blown]

Huh?

[he pauses]

It did?

[gigadevilbreaker]

When I got back from dinner, you were spazzing in your sleep. Cold sweat and, like, panting?

I tried to shake you awake, and you kinda jolted. Then passed out again, right away.

[He's doing his best not to look or sound overly concerned, but... it was alarming.]

[mind_blown]

[ah. he knew that was a potential thing-- keeping this insane sleep schedule was one thing he immediately picked up on, but he's never had anyone with him when he finally crashed.

but he doesn't know. he doesn't remember.]

I don't know.

I don't really remember my dreams.

[it's the truth, but he sits, hard, on the edge of the bed.]

But I don't really like sleeping for that long, either...

[gigadevilbreaker]

Must be something you got into the habit of back home.

But I can kinda see why.

[Griffin stows his work in progress, and starts putting away his pens.]

Well, you're probably not going back to sleep anytime soon.

[mind_blown]

That mean we should pick up where we left off?

[hey who needs to talk about this sad stuff anymore, he get left cold by griffin crashing?]

[gigadevilbreaker]

[He laughs, incredulous,]

You were practically in a coma for 12 hours, and you're still rarin' to go?

[mind_blown]

Honestly?

[maybe he shouldn't be honest, it ruins some of the mystique.]

Nah. I'm starving.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[If anything this charms Griffin more. He smiles, and jerks his head towards the bathing alcove in the corner.]

I saved you some pasta. Sit tight, feel free t'take a bath or something.

[Since, like... the sweat and blood and soreness.]