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[urbandev]

It's going to be hours before I feel clean again. So tired. Fine. At least it's over.

Anita? I'll be -- well, I'm sure you'll figure it out. Don't worry about clean up. I really don't want you to bother yourself.

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[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

[He'll have a Cure and he'll help clean the hand up. Then he'll just putter about, and not realy speak unless it's something simple like 'Coffee's done.']

[ooc; he won't Cloud's not that suicidal.]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

[Reeve is pretty damn close to catatonic. He barely responds to Cloud's treatments at all, except to flinch when the other man starts pulling shards of ceramic from his skin.]

Thanks. [Accepts the coffee mug, not even looking at the liquid, and not raising it to his lips.]

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

[Cloud makes sure that there's no ceramic in the cuts before wrapping his hand up. A weak Cure will help with any possible infections and heal any cracked bones.]

Anytime. [He tosses a towel on top of Reeve's hair.]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't react to any of it, not the Cure or the towel and there's been a mug of coffee in his hands for over a minute and it's not empty yet.]

She left. [Maybe stating the obvious will get him some detachment. Isn't there supposed to be a numbing period or some sort of shock absorption?]

[OOC: Bedtime is rapidly approaching.]

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

[Cloud scrubs at his hair like he was Denzel, and then drapes the towel over his shoulders. He'd put some brandy into the coffee but by the time Reeve would drink it, it would probably be too cold to do any good.]

She'll be back. [Cloud sighs, and nudges his foot against Reeve's.] She loves you.

[ooc; okay!]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

I want to go home, Cloud. [Means Gaia. But Building 11 will work, too.]

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Maybe you can. [Oh he knows what Reeve means, and starts putting away the kit and cleaning things up.]

But you need to put some pants on.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

[Completely against his will, Reeve smiles. Just a bit.]

Pants would be nice. [Stands, keeping the towel around his hips and going to the bedroom. Manages to get changed.]

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

{Cloud finishes cleaning up, makes sure the coffee pot is rinsed out, and ready for the next brew.]

Think you can manage the walk or do yu want to ride?

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

[Reeve emerges, dressed in his normal outfit. He checked -- all her weapons and some of her clothes are gone.]

Do you mind?

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

No, I don't.

[He shrugs, the Lestat-picked shirt clinging to his chest and shoulders with the motion.] Zack's gone and I don't feel like being alone.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Shit.] I'm sorry, Cloud.

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

I expected him to leave sooner or later. [Everyone leaves after a while as his philosophy.] C'mon, let's mosey.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

[That gets a smile. How can it not?] I believe I'm receiving marching orders.

[He lets Cloud lead the way out.]