I thought...

The corner of Scott's mouth upturns as he sees Dalton - the first hint of a smile in days. His other eye opens to see the CD and he reaches out with his thin hand to look at what songs were on it. "This is better than the stuff they play around here," he muses quietly.

Shifting a little, he stays curled up, but a little higher into the pillows so it's easier to see Dalton, watching as the CD is put in the player and the volume turned up. As the soft notes play, Scott sighs deeply. It was nice. The music was soothing, and so was seeing his friend.

Though his eyes drift shut for a moment, he opens them again, just looking at Dalton for the longest moment. He knew Justin must have called him, and had he known prior, he would have argued, but seeing a friend brought more comfort than maybe he'd admit.

Noticing that Justin had slipped back out into the hall, Scott's bony fingers toy with the edge of the green blanket. "I'm tired, Dalton," he says softly. His sunken eyes drift downward. "I'm just... tired of fighting all the time." He should have died while with the Agency... had he known the road would be this hard afterward, he might not have had the will to live in that dungeon.

He was improving little by little at controlling his brain's reflexes when faced with triggers - he had to admit that Justin's little memory game had really helped. He was far from being able to face more than little photos, but there was definite improvement. He didn't mind that work... it gave him something to do, and the more he improved, the closer he was to mental freedom. But his body was just so tired of it all. His mind was being stretched beyond its limit and his body seemed to simply be saying it had had enough.

"I'm too tired to do this anymore," Scott continues in almost a whisper. "I just... I just want it to be over."


Jason smiles and nods that yes, he would sit at the table with Destiny. Once settled in, he bows his head for a quick, silent prayer before taking a bite of eggs. Hearing her thanks, another smile is offered. "You're welcome. I figure... the whole world can be falling apart, but at least something can still taste good."

Cocking his head, he looks to her with question. "Anywhere you need or want to go today?"


Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Alec hates this awkward feeling. It was quite rare with him and no wonder - he despised it so... especially around someone he shouldn't feel awkward with at all.

Biting the inside of his lip, he wonders if this was even a good idea. Was Ryan still mad at him? He couldn't really tell. Was Leo right? Should Alec have waited a while longer?

His unvoiced questions are answered as Ryan comes close and draws him into a hug. A little surprised, it takes Alec a moment to figure out how to react, but it's only a short moment. Slipping his arms around her, he pulls her close, loving the feeling of her buried in his shoulder.

Leaning his head down against hers, one hand wanders up to run his fingers through her hair. "I missed you too," he admits quietly. "I never stopped caring." It felt like he was having to forcefully drag the words out into the light as they kicked and screamed, wanting to stay back in their safe, dark corner of his heart. "I thought you were still mad at me."

Kissing the top of her head, he hugs her tighter. "I didn't mean to upset you when I took on Leo. I thought..." What did he think anyway? The whole thing seemed lame now. "I guess I thought it was just my fight and I was mad that you wouldn't just let me do my thing. I felt like you wanted me on a leash or something."

Biting his lip, he forces himself to stamp down his pride, even though it was hard. Pulling away a little so he can see Ryan's face, his hands slide up to cradle each side. "But... I guess stuff I do affect you too and... I didn't realize that. I'm... I'm not sorry about the fight but... but I'm sorry I upset you... and I'm sorry you thought I didn't care anymore, 'cause that wasn't true."