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[latino_menace]

Ramon struggles to get the key into the lock as he has an armful of Amberite right now, but manages it eventually. He kicks the door open, and then closed after they've entered, looking down at Random the whole time. His eyes are open but he still doesn't seem that alert, and that's enough to worry him.

He lays him down on the bed, then pours him a scotch and sits down next to him.

'Here. It might help.' A hand goes out and tucks some sticking-out hair behind his ear. 'Are you alright?'

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

The slightest, perhaps, of flinches at the touch.

His eyes are still vacant- dull. Not crying anymore, just sort of gone.


His fingers tighten around the scotch glass by reflex, though he doesn't look at it, doesn't try to drink it.

[latino_menace]

Ramon is at a loss. His heart sinks at the flinch and he doesn't know what else he can say. Even 'I love you' sounds a bit weak.

He tries it anyway, because what else is there? 'I love you Random. Please drink it, it'll help.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He can hear him.

Or, we suppose he can hear him.

Maybe he just decided he was thirsty.

Maybe not.

But he drinks. A small sip. Despite the fact that his hand's unsteady enough that the glass almost spills.

[latino_menace]

He groans and sticks his elbows on his knees, then drops his face into his hands. 'Tell me what to do Random. I don't know how else to make it better. I was an idiot and I'm sorry and I love you but...shit, I just want to make it better.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Doesn't react to that.

Just watches the wall, a foot over Ramon's head and to his left.

And stares.

And stares.

And stares.

[latino_menace]

He turns back to look at him, getting seriously worried now. And his head tells him to be careful with everything he does, while he just wants to grab him and hold him and never let him go. But he doesn't want to freak him out either.

He tried a tentative hand on his shoulder, just lightly. 'Please talk to me...'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He flinches again, but it's masked (mostly) by a shift to lie down on the bed, sideways.

His face is pressed into the pillows, and his knees tug up to his chest.

Because Ramon is not going to see him cry.

[latino_menace]

He catches it all the same and just...doesn't know what to do. There doesn't seem to be a way of getting through to him - and he can't just leave him here. Needs to be with him, needs to make sure he's alright. Leaving is unthinkable.

He touches his hair again lightly, loving it as always. 'Sleep if you need to. I'll be here when you wake up.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

His shoulders are rocking, agony written down his spine, but he hasn't made a sound yet. It's buried in the pillow.

And he cries, long, and properly, and unaware of the touch, of the words. Cries until he's exhausted and shaking, and his body slides into something closer to unconsciousness than to sleep.

[latino_menace]

It kills him to see it, just kills him. He can't stop himself touching him to try and show that he's sorry; he lies down behind him and rests an arm lightly around his middle. Barely holding him at all, but letting him know he's there.

'I'll be here. Take your time...'