20: [Video/Action] Open Arms
Feb. 28th, 2011 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardliteDean is slumped in one of the easy chairs in his room, seemingly completely oblivious to the camera he's left on the bedside table. It's at enough of an angle that half his face is obscured by the shadows in the dimly-lit room, and the only sources of illumination are the floor lamp off in the far corner, and the soft electric glow of the radio's face.
The only thing it's been playing today are Journey's greatest hits, but it's been stuck on a loop of Faithfully and Open Arms, which made Dean think, and thinking is always a bad idea when he's convinced that he's fucked up almost every close friendship - or relationship - he's had with anyone since coming here.
Dean is starting to see a pattern, and if the expression of grim pain on his face isn't enough of a giveaway that something is wrong, then the beer bottle dangling from his fingertips over the left arm of the chair ought to be. Reaching down, he tugs off one of his heavy biker boots and chucks it at the radio, which clatters to the floor and fizzles out of whatever reception it was getting.
He knows he should be happier. His brother is here. Sam, Sasquatch that he is, is here - albeit older - the the guilt he feels over moping when he should be catching up with Sam is...really awful, actually.
But everyone has those days, right?
Right?
The only thing it's been playing today are Journey's greatest hits, but it's been stuck on a loop of Faithfully and Open Arms, which made Dean think, and thinking is always a bad idea when he's convinced that he's fucked up almost every close friendship - or relationship - he's had with anyone since coming here.
Dean is starting to see a pattern, and if the expression of grim pain on his face isn't enough of a giveaway that something is wrong, then the beer bottle dangling from his fingertips over the left arm of the chair ought to be. Reaching down, he tugs off one of his heavy biker boots and chucks it at the radio, which clatters to the floor and fizzles out of whatever reception it was getting.
He knows he should be happier. His brother is here. Sam, Sasquatch that he is, is here - albeit older - the the guilt he feels over moping when he should be catching up with Sam is...really awful, actually.
But everyone has those days, right?
Right?
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[Video]
Date: 2011-03-01 08:33 pm (UTC)...Cassie's avoiding me. I think. We used to room together, and now I don't even see her around.
[Geez, that sounds weird.]
[Video]
Date: 2011-03-01 09:21 pm (UTC)Honestly? I can't say I blame her. Guy you're making out with suddenly bails? Doesn't do a whole lot for a girl's ego. But, avoiding the issue isn't going to help, so...send her a message. Show you want to talk to her and maybe she'll come round. Maybe.
[Video]
Date: 2011-03-01 09:45 pm (UTC)...okay. [He mumbles a little hesitantly, frowning.] I'll...think of something.
...thanks.
[Video]
Date: 2011-03-01 10:02 pm (UTC)Oh, but, ah...sleep this off first.
[Video]
Date: 2011-03-02 12:52 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2011-03-02 10:42 am (UTC)[It's a good job he's rolled over, because in spite of herself Spencer can't help but be a little amused.]