Sitcom AU

[keenly]

TESSA SULLIVAN

Texty text about background, career, hopes and dreams.

QUOTES, SONG LYRICS, WITTY THINGS, OR WHATEVER GO HERE

I WILL NEVER KNOW THE WAY IT FEELS TO BE JUST ANYONE

BENEDICT ARTEMIZIO

Texty text about background, career, hopes and dreams.

COLIN ANJU KEANE

Nursing student, future registered nurse. From Toronto, grew up in foster care etc etc will flesh this out

IT SEEMS THE VOICES IN MY HEAD I SELDOM GET TO CHOOSE

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ALEX AGIAD

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[keenly]

Two fingers rub the top of his forehead, where a tension headache is budding.

"They'll let you out when you've sobered up."

[altusimperius]

"Babe-- Colin? Colin no, don't--"

He looks back at Tessa in time for the guard to patiently explain that they both started crying when they tried to separate them, so--

"--Colin you can't leave me here like this."

[sulahnan]

Ugh, fine. Begrudgingly, Tessa gives up on this route and moves closer to where Benedict is making his one phone call.

"Hey, hurry up so I can make my phone call. If Colin won't come get us I'll just call Alexios."

[keenly]

"I'm not. I'm on my way. I'm just saying you shouldn't need bail, they'll just let you out in the morning."

[altusimperius]

"No," Benedict replies faintly, cringing at the thought of Alexios being the one to show up: even if the big lug chose to bring him along, he doubts he'd enjoy the experience.

"Oh-- oh thank god," he sighs into the receiver, so relieved there are tears in his eyes, "thank you, thank you, we'll see you soon--"
He actually kisses the phone before the guard wrenches it back away from him and hangs up.

[sulahnan]

"Dude," she makes a face. "Do you know how many people have touched that?"

[keenly]

Colin isn't mad, though he is wondering what that weird noise was right before he hung up. Chasing after Bene during his crises is something with which he has long since made his peace. Right now he's not angry so much as predictably terrified of trotting through London in the dead of night by himself. Toronto, he could navigate, but he hasn't lived in London long enough to have the familiarity required to gauge the level of threat he is facing. He keeps an eye out while maintaining a decent speed.

When he arrives, a constable takes pity and lets the prisoners out. Colin is there to meet them as they come into the foyer, Bene's jeans bunched around his ankles, his expression of worry dissolving into relief.

"You're okay," he sighs.

[altusimperius]

Okay? Does he even know what okay looks like?

Benedict practically launches himself into Colin's arms, gripping the shorter man tightly in his rangey embrace with the air of a newly-freed prisoner of war.
"It was awful," he whimpers, keeping his voice low so Tessa won't hear and pick on him.

[sulahnan]

For her part, Tessa stops at the desk first instead of rushing for a hug--she doesn't really want one anyway, so it's fine. But she isn't the bearer of happy tidings by the time she joins her friends.

"They're not giving your stuff back. Sorry for getting you out of bed for this, Col."

[keenly]

"I know." Colin doesn't know, but the least productive thing on earth is to try to convince Benedict that he shouldn't be upset. Or anyone else, really. He returns the embrace and rubs his back with one hand. "We'll get you home, make you some hot chocolate, and put you to bed."

Of course by we he means I, but he doesn't mind so much. He likes taking care of people and Benedict is someone who lets him. He lets go of his boyfriend as Tessa comes into the room.

"What stuff?" he asks, glancing between them. He has a suspicion--he knows what Benedict gets up to--but hopes against hope.

[altusimperius]

Benedict turns as if to say something to Tessa, but Colin's question stops him cold. He goes a bit still, then looks at his boyfriend, affecting a smile that comes off as guilty no matter how guileless he tries to make it.
"Nothing," he says evasively, "doesn't matter."

[sulahnan]

She gives him an unimpressed side-eye.

"Yeah, well, they won't give my weed back either, even though it's medical."

It's not, at least not in an official sense, but who's gonna check? Nobody!

[keenly]

The look Colin gives Benedict isn't angry or impatient at all, nothing to suggest an incoming lecture. Rather, it's a genuinely hurt glance, brief before turning away in an attempt not to broadcast his feelings or rub it in. It's not exactly that he thinks Bene has a drug problem. It just complicates things.

"Let's get home," he says tiredly. "You two'll be wanting some sleep."

As will he.

[altusimperius]

That glance is actually worse than the lecturey kind, because it's harder to charm his way out of actually having hurt Colin's feelings. Bene rolls his eyes with a sigh, petulant and dreading the conversations to come, all his simpering dramatics dropped almost immediately now that it's clear they won't do anyone much good anymore.

He trails after Colin, casting one final vindictive glance at the officer who guarded them. Wanker.

[sulahnan]

"Yeah, right! I'll be up all night with nothing to knock me out."

Hard cut to the three of them crammed into the back of a taxi, Tessa leaning hard against Colin and passed out cold.