[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.]
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.]
[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...
[honestly? A good call on the bath. Especially with how stiff he feels after sleeping that long— and the fighting before then. So, he glances at Griffin, offers a half grin,]
[he catches that, but he doesn't comment on it. instead, he's just going to knock out the bath-- try not to think too hard about how out of sorts he feels in general.
[Nevermind the fact that Griffin's already seen him naked. That's totally beside the point. He's still gonna blush and look away, FOR JAY'S MODESTY.]
I've definitely fucked it up before...
[There's a tray next to the bath with toiletries on it, which Griffin clears off to put the plate and coffee on. Eating in the bath is kinda weird, but Jay did say he was starving, so. idk do whatever.]
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He tears off his headphones, with a look of annoyance that was mostly just for show.]
I was starting t'think you died.
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I forgot to set my alarm.
What’re you drawing?
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Trying to decide on a design to paint on the side of my van.
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[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.]
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[Soft things should look pretty. Rad things should look harsh.]
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[and then he finally leans away.]
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...What were you dreaming about? You looked like you were having a nightmare for a while there.
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[he pauses]
It did?
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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.]
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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...
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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.
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[hey who needs to talk about this sad stuff anymore, he get left cold by griffin crashing?]
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You were practically in a coma for 12 hours, and you're still rarin' to go?
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[maybe he shouldn't be honest, it ruins some of the mystique.]
Nah. I'm starving.
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I saved you some pasta. Sit tight, feel free t'take a bath or something.
[Since, like... the sweat and blood and soreness.]
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Thanks.
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sleeping that long is... not pleasant.]
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It's the avante special, noodles in sauce.
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[he's... definitely still buck naked, taking advantage of that bath. but now he kind of wishes he'd waited.]
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I've definitely fucked it up before...
[There's a tray next to the bath with toiletries on it, which Griffin clears off to put the plate and coffee on. Eating in the bath is kinda weird, but Jay did say he was starving, so. idk do whatever.]
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but also, he thinks eating in the bath is kind of weird??]
Give me five minutes.
[look he just needs to dunk himself. he does not want to risk food in soapy water.]
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You've got that long 'til I eat your spaghetti myself.
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[he'll do it.
but also he will dunk, and true to his word, he's basically done in five minutes? like hell he wants to eat cold spaghetti.]
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Won't bring your food back, though.
...Well. It won't be edible, anyway.
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