[closed] Missing: One Irishman

[bigbadbasher]

WHO: Sebastian Moran (bigbadbasher ) and Jim Moriarty (sneakyshoes )
WHAT: Finding each other again.
WHERE: Orlea
WHEN: 5/1
WARNINGS: Language, Sebastian likes his four-letters. Also very likely talking about violence and suicide.

Sebastian glanced down at his phone again, following the drawn map a certain stranger had been kind enough to give him. He was close to the area she'd indicated. That is, if he was reading it right. He turned on the spot, looking around and around.

"Come on, Jim, where are you," he muttered, looking down at the phone again. Gotta be here somewhere, you son of a bitch. A little way off, he spotted a bench. A bench with a figure on it. He took a step closer, lowering his phone.

"Boss?" he called.

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[sneakyshoes]

"Yes! I am! You're.. telling me I made someone hurt themselves and that you helped me, that you were going to shoot someone-- how wouldn't I be afraid of you!? What if I don't go back, and you- you-"

He swallows hard and turns away.

[bigbadbasher]

Sebastian stands up abruptly, rubbing his hands over his face and pacing in small circles.

"Do you have any fucking clue how--" he starts, but can barely even fathom what he's trying to say. He breathes slower and stops pacing, kneeling down next to the bathtub.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. This may sound a little strange, but... I don't have anything without you. I'm gonna help you as much as I can."

[sneakyshoes]

Sebastian's outburst makes him shrink again, curling into a tight ball in the water and leaning against the wall.

"...Okay," he replies quietly. "If you say so. I... don't know how I'll survive without..." Jim pauses. "I just don't want to be alone.."

[bigbadbasher]

"I'm not gonna leave you alone."

He tries to meet Jim's eyes and smiles in the most reassuring way he can.

"If you'd rather just shower, I can go try to rustle up some food. Are you hungry?"

[sneakyshoes]

He nods slightly.

"I don't know... What to do. I'll stay with you. For now. I think it might be best."

He pauses.

"Could you please make breakfast?"

[bigbadbasher]

"Yeah, absolutely. I'll let you wash up, Boss."

[sneakyshoes]

"Okay..."

He's as quick as he can, escaping the tub as soon as possible and drying off carefully, afraid to find a wound. Without a change of clothes, he redresses himself in what he had on before, sneaking out into the main room.

He lays on the couch, clutching his phone to his chest again, and curls up into a ball. "..I don't think I can keep my eyes open."

[bigbadbasher]

Sebastian glances back when Jim comes out of the bathroom, making a mental note to go get both of them more clothes.

"All I found in here was eggs and some bread, I'll go shopping later. How about I get you fed, then you can sleep for a little while? There're two bedrooms, you can take the bigger one. Looks pretty posh."

[sneakyshoes]

"Sure, sure," he murmurs into the couch. He's warm and feels some semblance of safe, and his brain hurts and his head is pounding and god, god he's so tired...

He can't help but slip off into sleep, curled up on the couch.

[bigbadbasher]

He slides two runny eggs onto a plate, butters two pieces of toast, and brings them over to where Jim is laying. When he sees he's asleep, he exhales slowly, watching him for a few moments. He puts the food up, digs a thick blanket out of the linen closet, and covers Jim with it. He finds a pad of paper in the kitchen and scrawls Jim a quick note.

Guess you needed the sleep. Breakfast is in the microwave if you get hungry. I'm out getting groceries and clothes for us. Be back soon.

-SM

It's going to be okay.

He adds the last bit as an afterthought. Giving his sleeping boss one last pained look, he shrugs on his jackets and leaves.