@hardlydead

[outerfringe]

[One day David simply stops appearing by the fire with the rest of them, and Jeff does his very best to be relieved for him. There are only two real possible reasons for that, right? Either he'd actually died for real, or he'd managed to find a way back home- and either way, it meant that he was out of this place. Jeff tries to be happy for him, and for the most part, he is.

He doesn't think about David at all the first day after he wakes up on the cold floor of the Ormond resort, back stiff and jacket crusted with frost. Instead he's too busy finding his way back to town, organizing arrangements to make it home. His apartment key no longer works, he recognizes none of his neighbors, but his bank account was still somehow in alright standing.

Jeff finds a new place. He does not find a new dog.

He feels weird about creating a Facebook account just to check for David, but he does it anyway. When that comes up fruitless, he thinks a lot about the conversations the two of them had while tucked close together in the dark. Wonders if David would even want to be found by someone like him, to be faced with a reminder of the time they'd spent doing everything they could to simply survive.

Jeff tries to paint but can't seem to pull himself out of severe blacks and reds. Tries to catch up on the music he'd missed from the bands he'd loved but it fails to soothe him the way it had before. He considers a therapist, and then decides that he'd be locked away the second he was candid enough for someone to actually help him.

So he packs some things, books a flight. Finds himself at his fifth seedy pub in three days without much hope - except this time when he says he's looking for David King, the big guy by the bar makes a point of sizing him up. Jeff sets his shoulders, frowns and promises that he's an old friend, but it doesn't seem to affect much the scowl on the guy's face. He says something (that Jeff completely misses, he can barely understand a goddamn thing when people here are drunk and loud), but seems to indicate for him to wait.

Which he does. He parks on a stool with a drink, assumes his most unapproachable aura, and waits. He doesn't know who he's expecting to appear, but it's not David.

There's not a chance it would actually be that simple.]

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[hardlydead]

[ part of him hopes maybe the entity was dying or some shit, lost its grip on everything it had swallowed up, but he knows that's not the case. something in his gut tells him he was let go on purpose. did it send its killers back too? was the nurse just out there, causing insane discourse on reddit floating about now? ]

[ that was too much. this is almost too much and for the most part it's... good? yeah. no more killer talk or thoughts, just whatever's going on here. ]

... I can't believe you actually went around askin' for me.

[ he says it with a small laugh, leaning back in his chair, but there's a bit of concern in there too. it's not like david hangs around with the most reputable of people. ]

[outerfringe]

Said I would. Man of my word, you know?

[But the extremely casual way he says this fails to share the fact that he's not been back very long at all, how much he's been struggling since the moment he woke up. Jeff had always felt like an outsider, but now he feels like a ghost in this world.

He takes a long pull of his drink, mirroring David's from earlier, and shakes his head when the glass drops back to the tabletop. It's actually stupid that after everything they've been through, this still manages to make his throat clog uncomfortably.

Jeff doesn't know how to say that he was expecting to lay a memory to rest- not to actually find him.

He suddenly looks like he's ready to stand.]

Sorry, man. Butting in out of my depth.

[hardlydead]

No--

[ it comes out panicked, rushed, david sitting up straight and reaching to grab jeff's arm the second it looks like he might be getting up. doesn't quite make contact, his brain butts in that if he touches jeff and he's solid then this is real. everything he went through is real in a way he can't just put in a box and push aside. jeff is real, and if he leaves then david's really just gone and let another good man slip through his fingers. ]

[ he doesn't know if he can handle that, not yet, but he knows he can't handle just letting him just get up walk away. ]

[ and honestly the idea kind of pisses him off. what he wants to do is tell jeff how much he missed him, but anger's easier than it ever has been for david and once there's that first spark of it, it's impossible not to follow it. he leans toward the other man, elbow on the table. ]

You're just gonna leave? After everything-- After getting on a fucking plane and asking around half the city? "Well David's alive, guess I'll fuck off then" like you're just having a peep in on someone's pet?

[outerfringe]

[Jeff isn't afraid of anger. He used to be, maybe, when he was small, when his parents communicated mostly in raised voices and slammed doors, but he's not anymore. He reckons anger is just fear with a different hat most of the time, anyway.

Today the anger helps. A little, at least - David wouldn't be angry about him leaving if he wanted him gone, and so he doesn't push the issue. Just settles back in his seat, one hand up, palm out apologetically.]

Alright, no, yeah.

[There's an implicit apology there when Jeff tries to meet his eyes.]

Just got worried I was - overstepping. I didn't think I'd actually be able to find you. Glad I did, just-

[A breath.]

I didn't prepare. It's been a long time.

[hardlydead]

[ that makes him deflate pretty quickly, the apology in jeff's body language more than anything he actually says, though the words help too. he chews his lip, eyes focusing in on the wall, he ignores the glances they're getting and the fact he knows people are trying to figure out what's going on. ]

Year and a half, thereabouts. I found, uh... Some unsolved mystery bullshit about Ormond, found your name in the liner notes for a few bands-- that gave me headaches, by the way.

[ that part he says with a small breath of a laugh, but when he looks at jeff it's with an expression that's just kind of sad. ]

After a while of nothing I gave up. Maybe it was just some kinda fucked up dream and I spent those years in some sicko's basement or some shit, I dunno.

[ he figures he doesn't need to tell jeff the natural conclusion there; that david halfway convinced himself he never existed in the first place. ]

[outerfringe]

I just got back. Um. A month or two ago, I guess.

[The passage of time is still an extremely strange concept. His old job wasn't there, but he'd been able to stretch out what savings he had. He's picked up little jobs freelancing, tapped a few old connections who'd wondered where he'd gone. The only answer he had known how to give was "off the grid."

He rubs at his face, tries this again.]

Can't believe I crossed an ocean to find you and you immediately start shitting on my friends' bands. Wow. I really am leaving.

[He really isn't.]

[hardlydead]

It wasn't immediate.

[ that's easier, especially in public. david smirks and gestures to jeff's empty glass on the table. ]

Bought you a drink first.

[outerfringe]

Fair enough.

[Jeff ducks his head with a laugh.]

Think your friends are wondering who the hell I am.

[hardlydead]

Fuck 'em.

[ that's his opinion. he doesn't even like these guys anyway. he'd rather spend his time talking to jeff than navigating that whole situation. ]

[outerfringe]

Pass.

[He's trying so hard to be casual and dismissive, joking. Jovial. These are just two guys catching up after a long time apart.]

You want a refill?

[hardlydead]

Yeah-- thanks.

[ he smiles, and it's kinda awkward but they both are right now. david doesn't really know what to do about that. ]

[outerfringe]

[Jeff takes a bracing breath, then claps David on the shoulder as he passes. He tries to collect himself as he waits for their beers and gives David an apologetic look as he sits back down.]

Get shitfaced and go for a walk?

[hardlydead]

[ david does much the same while jeff's done. unconsciously smooths down his shirt as he stares at the table and takes a couple of deep breaths. ]

Sounds better than whatever this is.

[ it's uncomfortable is what it is. it's driving him insane. ]

[outerfringe]

[Jeff nods at that, not sitting down yet.]

Y'all do shots in Manchester?

[hardlydead]

[ he laughs and gives jeff a look as if to say "what do you take this for?" ]

'Course.

[outerfringe]

[Look, he's doing his best to be lighthearted here. Jeff drains the glass and indicates for David to follow him to the bar.]

[hardlydead]

[ he very nearly puts a hand on jeff's back as they walk, but on second thought beer good. beer doesn't come with complicated feelings. david tips that pint back, and by the time they reach the bar he's planting down an empty glass and gesturing to jeff when the bartender gives him a confused look. ]

why am i so fond of them

[outerfringe]

[Jeff will order them what might be a slightly irresponsible number of shots. He isn't really paying attention to the bartender's reactions; he's focused entirely on the drinks.]

because they're a ridiculous pair of awkward gay fools

[hardlydead]

[ david doesn't care about anything except jeff and those shots. should a man in his mid-30s be drinking like this? probably not. not even if he has his alcohol tolerance back. but the second those first two shots are poured, david grabs one and raises it to clink to jeff's as a cheers. ]

Bottom's up.

[ and down the hatch it goes. ]

[outerfringe]

[This is a terrible fucking idea, but leaning into it comes with an undeniable sense of relief. Jeff isn't thinking about any sort of future right now, about what tomorrow might look like; at the moment, he's just relieved that someone he cared very much about is alive, tangible and in front of him.

He'll pick up the second with a laugh.]

Better than whatever we shared that one time.

[hardlydead]

[ he laughs. christ that feels like a lifetime ago. in some ways it was, he supposes. ]

That's a low bar. Shit was rank.

[ but without it they wouldn't have had... whatever it was. the thought makes him pause, but rather than following it and getting all melancholy, david takes that next shot. and a third right after. fuck it. ]

[outerfringe]

Yeah. Really was.

[Jeff cuts himself off after his own third - he doesn't want to end the night throwing up all over himself or the man next to him - but he'll gesture in a way that indicates he's happy for David to keep going.

If this isn't enough liquid courage to keep going, he's seen plenty of places for them to stop in and top up.]

[hardlydead]

Good time though.

[ he's a heavy drinker without much of a sense of self-control, so david tips back a fourth. it's only because the bartender says his name in that 'please don't make me cut you off' tone of voice that he relents. two beers and four shots doesn't sound like much to him, but it'll catch up. ]

[outerfringe]

[Jeff hears that tone and shoots David a sidelong glance. 'Troublemaker,' he mouths, eyebrows up, before he grabs his jacket and heads for the door.]

[hardlydead]

Wh--

[ he is offended. david raises his eyebrows, shocked and appalled by the accusation, and follows jeff on out. hands shoved in his jacket pockets, he falls into step next to the other man and nudges him lightly with his elbow. ]