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the_death_cardWho: Henley and Jack
What: Henley and Jack take a turn at clearing the air between them - and in decimating a pint of yogurt.
the_death_card: *has been out running a couple of errands - that he at least yelled up the stairs that he was going to do, so no one would worry - and is just coming back in, kicking the door closed behind him as he heads for the refrigerator, for a bottle of water. God bless air conditioning in the summer heat*
the_highpriestess: *is sitting on the half-wall between the kitchen and living room, eating a pint of frozen yogurt. when Jack comes in, though, she stops, dropping the spoon into the carton as she lowers it into her lap, and offers him a smile* Hey.
the_death_card: *returns the smile as he straightens and nudges the refrigerator closed* Hey. What's up?
the_highpriestess: Not much, really. *she pauses, the smile turning a little wry and holds up the frozen yogurt* Just blowing my calorie count for the day. *because she's eating the entire pint, thank you very much*
the_highpriestess: *and that said, she lowers the carton* You? How were errands?
the_death_card: *laughs a little as he opens his water and takes a drink - and once he has* Yogurt's supposed to be healthy or whatever, right? *he pauses, popping one shoulder in a shrug* It's hot out there. *if the water wasn't a good enough indication, but he's figuring that has something to do with the yogurt, too*
the_highpriestess: Better than ice cream, which was my other choice. *she shrugs, too, pokes idly at the yogurt with her spoon, and then* Yeah, that's why I've kind of been hanging out here, all day. *and yep, why the yogurt*
the_death_card: *nods, turning to lean against the counter* I don't blame you. I just... *hesitates a moment, because he knows he shouldn't have to hesitate in talking to her, but there's still some of it lingering* I needed to get out a while. *and he did have stuff to do, but*
the_highpriestess: *for a moment, she's silent, lips pressing into a thin line, and then, slowly* You get that I don't blame you for that, right? I get that things are still kind of screwed up, here, for everyone. *they're better than they were, now, but like Merritt told Dylan and even if she wasn't around to hear it, they're all going to be "fine" for awhile*
the_death_card: *sighs* No, yeah, I know. I just... *he doesn't even know, actually. he just knows he's frustrated with himself, for still feeling weird about all this when the Horsemen are his family. not to mention feeling kind of bad for worrying them even more by running off to Max's, and so on*
the_highpriestess: *gently* Just what? *because, yeah, she's not Merritt. she didn't get any of that*
the_death_card: *makes a face - though it's not directed at her* I told you I was okay, when we went for coffee, while we were waiting on Jacob, and... *he's clearly not* I want to be over this, you know? You guys are... *makes himself look up at her, though it's by tilting his head to the side* You guys are the only family I've ever had, and I'm afraid *stops, to clear his throat* of screwing it up. Or that I already screwed it up. Or that it'll stay screwed up or. *whatever*
the_highpriestess: You won't or didn't. *whichever* It won't. *they'll get better, even if it doesn't feel like it, right now. and in an effort to demonstrate that ... * You wanna know something Merritt pointed out to me the other day?
the_death_card: *raises an eyebrow - and as much as he's still having to fight tearing up, he manages this lightly...* If Merritt said it, I don't know if I want to hear it or not.
the_highpriestess: *she laughs* Okay, while normally that's true, this is kind of ... important. *and that said, she sobers, catches her lower lip between her teeth, briefly, and then, simply, offers* Nobody packed. As royally fucked as we were by this guy, nobody packed.
the_death_card: *that seems to bring him up short for a moment - he hadn't thought about that, and he abruptly actually looks a little hopeful* Yeah.
the_highpriestess: *offers him a smile in response to that, pleased and fond and more than a little hopeful, herself* Yeah. *and that little bit of wisdom delivered, she scoots over on the wall a little bit and pats the space beside her, inviting Jack to sit down* And no one's packing, now. *yeah, Jack needed to get away for a few days, but that doesn't count. he didn't take all of his shit with him*
the_death_card: *breathes out a laugh as she moves over, pushing away from the counter to cross the space and sit down next to her. and a moment after he sits down, after she says that...* And... sorry. For hiding at Max's.
the_highpriestess: *she shakes her head* I get it. *a beat and then* But if you feel like you need to hear someone say it ... *since sometimes that helps and she's not sure if anyone has* ... you're forgiven.
the_death_card: *he maybe did a bit, and he lets out a breath as he nods, looking sideways at her again after a moment* Thank you.
the_highpriestess: *she nods, her smile redoubling as she shifts to lean against him a little. see? it's okay* You're welcme.
the_death_card: *leans back immediately, smiling, too. and why it's still a little small, relatively speaking, it's more than a little relieved. yeah. yeah, it's okay*
the_highpriestess: *and after a long moment* You want some of this, by the way? *holds up the frozen yogurt, which is ... getting a little melty, now*
the_death_card: *and then does grin as he laughs a little* Yeah, sure.
the_highpriestess: *hands him the carton. she'd just scoop some up and offer it to him, but ... that might be a) a little creepy b) a little too mother hennish or c) liable to piss Danny off, if and when he happens in on them*
the_death_card: *maybe a little, to all three. they can share the spoon, though, and once he's taken a bite - and nearly gotten it all over himself - he sets the spoon down in it and tilts it back toward her, laughing a little at the mess he nearly made* Too bad I can't freeze stuff like I can do the fire thing.
the_highpriestess: *she straightens just a tiny bit at that statement and as she takes the yogurt back* Have you tried? *because he totally should*
the_death_card: Uh.. no, actually. I've been too busy being a threat to my eyebrows, as Merritt keeps reminding me. Remind me to ask Jake about it, though, next time he's around.
the_highpriestess: *speaking of eyebrows, she arches hers* "Jake?" Wow, Jack, I didn't know you had a death wish ... *if what Miranda told them was true*
the_death_card: *blinks. oh, right* Oh, um... I think he's making the rounds considering he said he'd talked to Merritt, but he said it was cool if we wanted to call him Jake.
the_highpriestess: ... oh. *and now she feels slightly stupid* I guess he hasn't gotten around to me, yet, then.
the_death_card: *nudges her a little. no feeling stupid* He'll get to you. We kinda... had a moment the other day. *if she didn't figure that out by the fact that they threw a mattress down the stairs again*
the_highpriestess: *nudges him back on general principle* Yeah, I figured that out. *the mattress did, indeed, help* I'm glad, though. You guys kind of needed it. *apparently Merritt wasn't the only one seeing not-so-sexual tension*
the_death_card: *smiles a little at her nudge, settling back against her after it. and he can't really deny it, considering he knows it was there* Yeah, we did. The whole fight thing kinda... *made things awkward*
the_highpriestess: Well, he did kinda wake up to you being all Atilla the Hun. *she gestures to her nose, following that, because she figures that might not be the clearest reference -- Atilla died of a nose bleed, supposedly* I think knowing I did that would screw me up, too. *slapping Merritt certainly did*
the_death_card: *and he does look puzzled for a beat before the gesture - and then he just nods* Yeah, it's... *huffs out a sigh. he's really okay, but since they're on the topic* What I would've done to Daniel if Merritt hadn't come in...
the_highpriestess: *dimly, almost sickly amused* He's more worried about what he might have done to you. *a beat* Danny's not stupid -- he knows that he was losing that fight -- but ... *it hasn't escaped her that an adrenaline rush helps with the magic in the same way the heat of the moment sometimes makes normal people irrationally strong* And he's kind of ... *she stops, shakes her head a little* Maybe you should be having this conversation with him.
the_death_card: *frowns. he wasn't actually expecting that, considering their conversation the night he came to get him at Max's* We kinda talked when he came to Max's, but... *yeah, he'll talk to Daniel*
the_highpriestess: What'd he say, then? If you don't mind me asking, I mean. *since, for all she knows, it could be something they both wanted to keep between them*
the_death_card: I don't mind. Uh... *dryly amused* we pretty much agreed we were all dicks. And we both apologized for what we said through all that. *that he won't repeat, because he is over it* And... if I wasn't here with you guys, how would you have my back if something happened. And that we're family. *and yeah, he knows he's been an idiot again worrying before this conversation with her, but*
the_highpriestess: *teasingly* I'm not sure which is more surprising -- the fact that Danny got something right, for once, or the fact that he actually apologized for something.
the_death_card: *barks out a laugh and then nods* Well, this whole thing's kind of been a special circumstance.
the_highpriestess: *she grins, briefly* Yeah, true.
the_death_card: I still should've gotten it on video.
the_highpriestess: Too late now.
the_death_card: *sighs heavily and regretfully* Yeah.
the_highpriestess: *pats him gently, comfortingly*
the_death_card: *laughs a little, again*
the_highpriestess: *she hums, the sound amused. and after a moment, once she's sobered and more seriously* But yeah. We're okay, Jack.
the_death_card: *nods as he lets out another breath* I... I know. *and then, self-deprecatingly* I just need to get it through my head.
the_highpriestess: It'll come. Just give it time.
the_death_card: I know. I'm just... yeah, everything got stressful, but getting to know you guys was never a scary thing, maybe because of how busy we were and that it kinda happened over the year we were putting everything together, but. *pauses a moment before he makes himself finish* I'm scared shitless of losing you all.
the_highpriestess: If it makes you feel any better ... I know the feeling.
the_death_card: *and tilts sideways again, to lean against her. he won't repeat her, but yeah, they're okay* Again with what Merritt said.
the_highpriestess: *leans back against him, her eyes sliding half-closed* Yep. And for as much as I know you all hate him being right, most of the time ... *she's so very, very glad he was*
the_death_card: *breathes out a laugh* Yeah.
the_highpriestess: *smiles a little, pleased that she got Jack to laugh again, however faintly* Yeah.
the_death_card: *after a long moment, after he lets out a sigh that seems to take a fair bit of tension with it, softly...* Thanks, Henley.
the_highpriestess: *just as softly but nevertheless genuinely* You're welcome.
What: Henley and Jack take a turn at clearing the air between them - and in decimating a pint of yogurt.
the_death_card: *has been out running a couple of errands - that he at least yelled up the stairs that he was going to do, so no one would worry - and is just coming back in, kicking the door closed behind him as he heads for the refrigerator, for a bottle of water. God bless air conditioning in the summer heat*the_highpriestess: *is sitting on the half-wall between the kitchen and living room, eating a pint of frozen yogurt. when Jack comes in, though, she stops, dropping the spoon into the carton as she lowers it into her lap, and offers him a smile* Hey.the_death_card: *returns the smile as he straightens and nudges the refrigerator closed* Hey. What's up?the_highpriestess: Not much, really. *she pauses, the smile turning a little wry and holds up the frozen yogurt* Just blowing my calorie count for the day. *because she's eating the entire pint, thank you very much*the_highpriestess: *and that said, she lowers the carton* You? How were errands?the_death_card: *laughs a little as he opens his water and takes a drink - and once he has* Yogurt's supposed to be healthy or whatever, right? *he pauses, popping one shoulder in a shrug* It's hot out there. *if the water wasn't a good enough indication, but he's figuring that has something to do with the yogurt, too*the_highpriestess: Better than ice cream, which was my other choice. *she shrugs, too, pokes idly at the yogurt with her spoon, and then* Yeah, that's why I've kind of been hanging out here, all day. *and yep, why the yogurt*the_death_card: *nods, turning to lean against the counter* I don't blame you. I just... *hesitates a moment, because he knows he shouldn't have to hesitate in talking to her, but there's still some of it lingering* I needed to get out a while. *and he did have stuff to do, but*the_highpriestess: *for a moment, she's silent, lips pressing into a thin line, and then, slowly* You get that I don't blame you for that, right? I get that things are still kind of screwed up, here, for everyone. *they're better than they were, now, but like Merritt told Dylan and even if she wasn't around to hear it, they're all going to be "fine" for awhile*the_death_card: *sighs* No, yeah, I know. I just... *he doesn't even know, actually. he just knows he's frustrated with himself, for still feeling weird about all this when the Horsemen are his family. not to mention feeling kind of bad for worrying them even more by running off to Max's, and so on* the_highpriestess: *gently* Just what? *because, yeah, she's not Merritt. she didn't get any of that*the_death_card: *makes a face - though it's not directed at her* I told you I was okay, when we went for coffee, while we were waiting on Jacob, and... *he's clearly not* I want to be over this, you know? You guys are... *makes himself look up at her, though it's by tilting his head to the side* You guys are the only family I've ever had, and I'm afraid *stops, to clear his throat* of screwing it up. Or that I already screwed it up. Or that it'll stay screwed up or. *whatever*the_highpriestess: You won't or didn't. *whichever* It won't. *they'll get better, even if it doesn't feel like it, right now. and in an effort to demonstrate that ... * You wanna know something Merritt pointed out to me the other day?the_death_card: *raises an eyebrow - and as much as he's still having to fight tearing up, he manages this lightly...* If Merritt said it, I don't know if I want to hear it or not.the_highpriestess: *she laughs* Okay, while normally that's true, this is kind of ... important. *and that said, she sobers, catches her lower lip between her teeth, briefly, and then, simply, offers* Nobody packed. As royally fucked as we were by this guy, nobody packed.the_death_card: *that seems to bring him up short for a moment - he hadn't thought about that, and he abruptly actually looks a little hopeful* Yeah.the_highpriestess: *offers him a smile in response to that, pleased and fond and more than a little hopeful, herself* Yeah. *and that little bit of wisdom delivered, she scoots over on the wall a little bit and pats the space beside her, inviting Jack to sit down* And no one's packing, now. *yeah, Jack needed to get away for a few days, but that doesn't count. he didn't take all of his shit with him*the_death_card: *breathes out a laugh as she moves over, pushing away from the counter to cross the space and sit down next to her. and a moment after he sits down, after she says that...* And... sorry. For hiding at Max's. the_highpriestess: *she shakes her head* I get it. *a beat and then* But if you feel like you need to hear someone say it ... *since sometimes that helps and she's not sure if anyone has* ... you're forgiven.the_death_card: *he maybe did a bit, and he lets out a breath as he nods, looking sideways at her again after a moment* Thank you. the_highpriestess: *she nods, her smile redoubling as she shifts to lean against him a little. see? it's okay* You're welcme.the_death_card: *leans back immediately, smiling, too. and why it's still a little small, relatively speaking, it's more than a little relieved. yeah. yeah, it's okay* the_highpriestess: *and after a long moment* You want some of this, by the way? *holds up the frozen yogurt, which is ... getting a little melty, now*the_death_card: *and then does grin as he laughs a little* Yeah, sure. the_highpriestess: *hands him the carton. she'd just scoop some up and offer it to him, but ... that might be a) a little creepy b) a little too mother hennish or c) liable to piss Danny off, if and when he happens in on them*the_death_card: *maybe a little, to all three. they can share the spoon, though, and once he's taken a bite - and nearly gotten it all over himself - he sets the spoon down in it and tilts it back toward her, laughing a little at the mess he nearly made* Too bad I can't freeze stuff like I can do the fire thing. the_highpriestess: *she straightens just a tiny bit at that statement and as she takes the yogurt back* Have you tried? *because he totally should*the_death_card: Uh.. no, actually. I've been too busy being a threat to my eyebrows, as Merritt keeps reminding me. Remind me to ask Jake about it, though, next time he's around. the_highpriestess: *speaking of eyebrows, she arches hers* "Jake?" Wow, Jack, I didn't know you had a death wish ... *if what Miranda told them was true*the_death_card: *blinks. oh, right* Oh, um... I think he's making the rounds considering he said he'd talked to Merritt, but he said it was cool if we wanted to call him Jake. the_highpriestess: ... oh. *and now she feels slightly stupid* I guess he hasn't gotten around to me, yet, then.the_death_card: *nudges her a little. no feeling stupid* He'll get to you. We kinda... had a moment the other day. *if she didn't figure that out by the fact that they threw a mattress down the stairs again* the_highpriestess: *nudges him back on general principle* Yeah, I figured that out. *the mattress did, indeed, help* I'm glad, though. You guys kind of needed it. *apparently Merritt wasn't the only one seeing not-so-sexual tension*the_death_card: *smiles a little at her nudge, settling back against her after it. and he can't really deny it, considering he knows it was there* Yeah, we did. The whole fight thing kinda... *made things awkward* the_highpriestess: Well, he did kinda wake up to you being all Atilla the Hun. *she gestures to her nose, following that, because she figures that might not be the clearest reference -- Atilla died of a nose bleed, supposedly* I think knowing I did that would screw me up, too. *slapping Merritt certainly did*the_death_card: *and he does look puzzled for a beat before the gesture - and then he just nods* Yeah, it's... *huffs out a sigh. he's really okay, but since they're on the topic* What I would've done to Daniel if Merritt hadn't come in... the_highpriestess: *dimly, almost sickly amused* He's more worried about what he might have done to you. *a beat* Danny's not stupid -- he knows that he was losing that fight -- but ... *it hasn't escaped her that an adrenaline rush helps with the magic in the same way the heat of the moment sometimes makes normal people irrationally strong* And he's kind of ... *she stops, shakes her head a little* Maybe you should be having this conversation with him.the_death_card: *frowns. he wasn't actually expecting that, considering their conversation the night he came to get him at Max's* We kinda talked when he came to Max's, but... *yeah, he'll talk to Daniel* the_highpriestess: What'd he say, then? If you don't mind me asking, I mean. *since, for all she knows, it could be something they both wanted to keep between them*the_death_card: I don't mind. Uh... *dryly amused* we pretty much agreed we were all dicks. And we both apologized for what we said through all that. *that he won't repeat, because he is over it* And... if I wasn't here with you guys, how would you have my back if something happened. And that we're family. *and yeah, he knows he's been an idiot again worrying before this conversation with her, but* the_highpriestess: *teasingly* I'm not sure which is more surprising -- the fact that Danny got something right, for once, or the fact that he actually apologized for something.the_death_card: *barks out a laugh and then nods* Well, this whole thing's kind of been a special circumstance. the_highpriestess: *she grins, briefly* Yeah, true.the_death_card: I still should've gotten it on video. the_highpriestess: Too late now. the_death_card: *sighs heavily and regretfully* Yeah. the_highpriestess: *pats him gently, comfortingly*the_death_card: *laughs a little, again* the_highpriestess: *she hums, the sound amused. and after a moment, once she's sobered and more seriously* But yeah. We're okay, Jack.the_death_card: *nods as he lets out another breath* I... I know. *and then, self-deprecatingly* I just need to get it through my head. the_highpriestess: It'll come. Just give it time.the_death_card: I know. I'm just... yeah, everything got stressful, but getting to know you guys was never a scary thing, maybe because of how busy we were and that it kinda happened over the year we were putting everything together, but. *pauses a moment before he makes himself finish* I'm scared shitless of losing you all. the_highpriestess: If it makes you feel any better ... I know the feeling.the_death_card: *and tilts sideways again, to lean against her. he won't repeat her, but yeah, they're okay* Again with what Merritt said. the_highpriestess: *leans back against him, her eyes sliding half-closed* Yep. And for as much as I know you all hate him being right, most of the time ... *she's so very, very glad he was*the_death_card: *breathes out a laugh* Yeah. the_highpriestess: *smiles a little, pleased that she got Jack to laugh again, however faintly* Yeah.the_death_card: *after a long moment, after he lets out a sigh that seems to take a fair bit of tension with it, softly...* Thanks, Henley. the_highpriestess: *just as softly but nevertheless genuinely* You're welcome.
