Quit worrying

Jason thinks a few moments, glad right now that Katie couldn't read his emotions. He shrugs then ducks to get into her car, trying not to let it show that he was upset. He was tired of thinking about him dying. He was tired of walking on eggshells just in case something might happen. "He said I'd be fine," he answers as he puts on his seatbelt. He looks out the window instead of looking at Katie.

"I'd just have to be careful that's all. Try not to get too stressed out." Smiling, he turns back to her. "But I try not to get stressed out every day anyway, so that's no big deal. I'm feeling good... no reason keep torturing ourselves with the antidote, right?"

Leaning over, he gives her a soft kiss to the lips. "Quit worrying about me, huh? I'll be fine." Straightening again, he points out of the parking lot. "Now I'm starving. Let's go."


Seeing the look in Ryan's eye is enough to make Eli hurt all the more for her. He just wished he could make all of this go away.

As she comes to him, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her and hold her close, just letting her cry. It was unusual to see her cry at all, let alone like this... a sign that this whole ordeal really was something that wasn't simple. Moving back a little, Eli guides Ryan to the couch to sit down with her, keeping his arm around her and offering himself as her shelter. And again, he's glad he hadn't left for Florida.

"Shh... it's okay." He combs his fingers through her hair and gives her an extra squeeze. "Things are gonna be alright..." He wasn't sure how or when, but he knew they would be.

"I know sometimes I'm not around and maybe I'm not sensitive enough but... if you ever want to talk about what happened, I'm here, okay?" He rubs her arm lovingly. His sister was his priority over everyone else, and that was a fact.


"Mmm.... a good meal sounds fantastic." Carson gives Misty another little squeeze. "I'm happy I'm home too. Just give me a minute to go clean up and I'll come back to eat." He still had on the jeans that were bloodstained enough he'd throw them away... he'd take a quick shower and at least throw some clean clothes on. "There's no point in walking around like a living crime scene."

Giving her head a kiss, he goes to clean up, and as promised, he comes back and sit down at the kitchen table. He wasn't sure if he were more tired physically or mentally - but no matter... he was worn out.

Managing a smile for Misty though, he does his best not to let on he was as bothered as he was about the whole Alec thing.


rockin_gts: Got the late night munchies, huh?

rockin_gts: When that happens to me, I usually wind up at the nearest 24/hr. corner store - there's always a bag of Doritos with my name on it.

Rocky leans back and stifles a yawn. Half an hour ago, he would have welcomed the drowsiness. Now he wished he wasn't getting tired.

rockin_gts: Unfortunately, I just yawned. I guess Mr. Insomnia decided to take a hike. Oh, to be young and irresponsible again without worrying about work in the morning. Looks like I better go though.