Say goodnight

Wayne smirks at Jackie and rolls his eyes. "Think of something better. You already know what I do in my spare time."

Erik lifts his eyebrow again. "Oh, but I don't. Do enlighten."

"I sit at home. Alone." Wayne's eyes narrow, his voice lowering. "Every night. And I stare at a television as it drones on and on until..." He leans forward dramatically, now whispering. "...I fall asleep." Grinning a little, he sits back up again. "There you have it." He reaches for his glass and pours some pop.

Erik grins and looks to Jackie, seeming to enjoy the torture on poor Wayne. "Seems he has a fantastic social life."

"Yeah, well why don't you spice yours up?"

Erik turns to look up at Twila. "Got a suggestion, Miss Nosy?"

Twila laughs and shakes her head. "No. Find a girl, maybe?"

Erik snorts with sarcasm. "That's likely."

"Only because you, sweet Erik, like your "alone time" so much." Twila smiles sweetly. "Ta-ta."

Watching her walk away, it's Eriks' turn to roll his eyes before his gaze swings back to Jackie. "See what I've been dealing with?"


Returning Jess' kisses, Axel moves down slowly until they're both lying on the couch. Eventually tired, it's Axel who ends up with his head on her shoulder, his arm around her. It was a switch that he was using her for a pillow instead of the other way around, but maybe... maybe it was the only way he could ask for comfort without being able to ask with words. Even with his sudden realization that it really, truly hadn't been him all those years ago, today had been a horrible rollercoaster of emotions and he was completely drained and still tormented with Quinn having reappeared. He just... didn't know how to express it verbally, even with Jess. He simply hoped that his actions would be enough to let her know that he was grateful for her presence and thankful that she had stuck by him.


Pete rolls his eyes a little, but grins and waves at Trey. "Yeah. Later." Shaking his head, he makes sure everything is put back in its place. One day... one day Trey would learn that getting into trouble was not something to live for. He obviously liked the thrill, but there was a difference in causing troubled and getting into it, especially around Reese and the Elite. The chief didn't miss much and if Trey didn't watch it, he'd be locked up.

Shutting off the lights, Pete wanders up the stairs two levels to head back out to the main floor. Waving at a few fellow agents, he heads out as usual to kill some time before returning...

"...Yo, Trey." Pete wanders downstairs to find Trey. Maybe it was a cell but at least the guy had free roam of this level instead of being cooped up in the spare room next to the infirmary.

Pete heads across the open area, noting the partly open door. He was in black jeans and boots, a midnight blue silk collared shirt tucked in. It was a warm night, not requiring a jacket, even with the top down on his convertible. "Trey..." He knocks on the door. "We got three minutes to get out under radar. You ready?"


"So when someone goes to grab you, you just block and step to the side like this, then grab the arm and press on the shoulder, like so." Ty demonstrates the self-defense move to Libby, then lets her try, letting her put him in the vulnerable position. Bent over with his arm cockeyed, he laughs and cringes. "There you go... you can let go now."

Rick watches from one of the beds, a little grin on his face. Watching those two this evening had been enjoyable, even if he'd given them a hard time. "Alright, you two..." He points to the open door that led into the adjoining room. "Say goodnight."

Ty sighs, knowing he needed to let Libby go next door while he and Rick stayed in here. Going to pull her close, he eyes Rick, then takes Libby's hand and pulls her into the other room out of Rick's sight. Grinning, he takes Libby in an embrace and kisses her gently. "Goodnight, Libby. Thanks for coming."

Rick quirks an eyebrow at not seeing the two "youngsters" but he doesn't say anything. He remembered how it felt.