Don't Care

"Hobbling?" Hunter quirks an eyebrow. "We're talking barely walking here - hobbling would be if I was in good shape." 

Gaining back a grin, he shakes his head. "I guess I deserve it." 

He sighs again but agrees to Katie's suggestion. "Okay... I'll take a quick shower then." Wriggling her hand, he finally lets her go and manages to sit up and swing his legs over the side of the bed. Kicking off the boots, he grimaces. "I'm gonna have to get myself my own pair of boots. I think I have at least four blisters." 

Realizing how much he's complaining, he gives Katie a sidelong glance before laughing. "Can I get much more pitiful than this?" Standing up, he heads - slowly - towards the bathroom. "Shower. Lunch. Stay here or go save me a seat, I don't care one way or the other. I'll only be a couple minutes." 

Returning Misty's intent stare, Jason felt as though he were looking into a portal that led to a whole new world yet to be explored. He could just stare into those eyes forever. 

"Yeah... I think I know what you like..." 

Only after he'd said it does he realize that it could possibly refer to something other than food, and his own cheeks gain a little color. Biting his lip, a teasing smile spreads as he stands up. "I'll go get the food in a bit and I'll let you know when I'm back." 

Turning to leave, he stops and looks over his shoulder. After just a moment, he turns back around to lean down and give Misty a light kiss on the lips. "See you again shortly." 

Almost running into Rick as he leaves the infirmary, he skids to a halt at the door. "Oh, sorry."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute." Rick stops him in the hall. "Don't we have an appointment?" 

"Huh? Oh. Later. I got... work. Busy. Later." 

Watching Jason walk away, Rick roll his eyes before going over to the counter. "That boy never changes."

...It wasn't too much later that Jason had returned with the food and was in his office. Picking up the phone, he hits the button for Misty's desk. "Soup's on..."

Sitting in the backyard, leaned back against the shed, Alec fingers the photo he'd been staring at for the last hour. Wiping his eyes, he runs his finger over Ryan's face again. It never failed. Whenever he had a free moment, his mind returned to Ryan. Earlier he'd thought he'd heard a familiar car engine and had gone around the house to look, only to find the street empty. It wasn't the first time he'd done that either. Every night as he laid on Misty's couch, he wished he could feel his arms wrapped around Ryan again. He wished he was falling asleep at her and Eli's place, waking up to Ryan's sweet kiss and smile. He just... missed her.

Sniffing and returning the picture to his pocket, Alec slowly gets to his feet and returns to work. It was taking him longer today with his sore hand.