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26: [Action] Dazed and Confused

[ Dean is only a little twitchy. He never really feels like he needs things, but right now he's lacking. Something. Something big. It's not starvation, because when he's hungry, he gets food. When he wants sex, he finds Cas. Dean doesn't get cravings because he's always well-fed.

But what he needs right now is people.

So Dean is wandering around the grounds for the most part, trying to locate the people he needs. He could be in the parlour, fixing a drink. He could be kicking at the edge of the hedge maze, contemplating going inside but unwilling to risk not being able to find his way out again without a bag of peanut M&Ms to leave as a trail guide. He could even be in the kitchen, trying (and failing) to cook something to keep his mind off of everything.

He's that restless.

Good luck. ]

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[When preparing dinner, you first go to the nearest dive-bar. Find the most attractive specimen of- Oh, wait, different recipe. Never mind.]

Well, you got a couple options and you're not gonna like the first one. [Dean scratches his chin.] Option One: If you like someone that much, tell 'em the truth about your little guardian angel.

[Dean lifts his hand to interrupt anything Philip might say. He's already started, dude, and you you can't stop a rolling stone.]

S'not the best idea, but it's the most drastic. Option Two...if Clarence ain't gonna mind the difference between people you care about and people you don't, what's the harm in just having dinner with somebody every so often?

[He would say "having sex with somebody", but we've already covered respective definitions of dates (http://dashboardlite.livejournal.com/5949.html?thread=403261#t403261) in another place and time. Besides, Philip seems to be a little more gentlemanly than Dean. It must be the Englishness in him.]

Don't just shut yourself off 'cause of that. I know not everybody's as understanding as me, but I also thought you were a paranoid weirdo until you told me what was goin' on. I dunno how you act around other people, man. Who d'you talk to?

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[ Philip has no intention of interrupting, at least not during the first option. The second plan has a few holes, but he remains quiet still, having decided to hear Dean out, consider his suggestions carefully and event-- ]

Paranoid w-- [ Scoff. ] That... that's not exactly making things easier, I--

[ And what about your first impression of Dean, hmmm? That's what we thought.

Now then. Back to the topic at hand. ]

I don't shut myself off. I should, sometimes... sometimes I think I should, but...

[ And now? A deep and meaningful pause. ]

I've never told anyone about Clarence, except for you. [ Beat. ] There's others who know, but they... they had to find out.

[ And not just by deduction if his gloomy tone of voice is any indication. ]

I only told you because- [ you got me drunk on wine coolers and I felt fat that day.

...

...

No.

Wait.

Wait a minute... ] because I knew you'd believe me... for- better or worse.

[ Pulling himself together for the next part. ]

But what if she-- [ AHEM HEM! ] or he, what-- What if whoever I tell it next doesn't? If they think I'm insane?

[ Sorry, Dean, did you ask a question just there? I'm afraid Philip's train of thought will have to make a few other stops first. ]

[We'll get your choo-choo back on-track in no time, Philip.

He's also sort of honored that Philip told him, if he's really the only one who knows.]

Then they think you're insane.

[Dean shrugs, throwing his hands up. He has long-since stopped caring about what people think of him. Empathizing with others on the same subject is considerably more difficult when he's gotten enough insults and rejection to last a lifetime.]

Dude, in a place like this, I'd be surprised if anybody called you crazy. I guess if they're new then I'd get it, but everyone's pretty used to this crap by now. Any person who's been here long enough oughta be a little understanding.

[He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest. They've never talked about their other friends at all, but knowing Philip's acquaintances might be a good thing.]

So who else d'you talk to, then, if you're that antsy?

[ Philip considers Dean's words.

If he's not insane himself then his situation certainly is. And was too, even before he came to Wonderland.

Maybe it's about time for him to come to terms with that once and for all.

Philip also considers a few words of protest because he is not antsy. ]

Nobody.

[ Now, now, that is hardly true.

Philip does actually know a decent amount of people here, some better than others.

But most are not recent additions. Most already know (read: met) Clarence.

Most are... not an immediate concern. ]

...Remember Evelyn? [ Beat. Sigh. ] Egypt lady?

[Dude you're so antsy it's pathetic.

But you should have expected this face. You really should have.]

Uh-huh?

[The implication being tell me more~]

It's nothing.

[ AND DON'T YOU GIVE HIM THAT LOOK. ]

...We just talked again, that's all. She said--

[ Cue look and voice of the almost tearful variety, brought on by happiness for a change. The narration apologises if the icon does a poor job of reflecting the latter part. ]

She thinks I'm... normal.

[ Annnnd back to our sad default. ]

...But she doesn't know.

[Dean has had some sort of vague notion as to how important being normal is to Philip, but it's never really struck him in the face like a shovel until now. Admittedly, he's a little surprised by how happy his friend looks about a girl thinking he's an Average Joe. Usually people like to be outstanding in others' eyes, as opposed to just some dude.

Then again, Philip has probably felt horribly outcast ever since Clarence snuggled into his brain, so he can't blame the guy for enjoying the good ol' fashioned 'perfectly human' label.]

So...you're worried about Egypt Lady* not wanting to talk with you anymore if you tell her, 'cause it could potentially freak her out?

[* - This narration would like to note that even if ~~Evian~~ Evelyn was not a character played by yours truly, and even if the girl in question was a completely different girl entirely, Dean would still be making these faces and assumptions. You can never escape.]

What do you guys even talk about?

[Obviously nothing to do with Philip.]

[ Oh, of course, but you see, the kind of outstanding people usually strive for is ever so minor in comparison. Nobody likes to admit they are part of the mass, just another face. Everyone wants to be a little bit more intelligent, a little bit more interesting and overall just a little bit more memorable than the rest.

But what people want are a few moments in the spotlight, not a life in the scorching brightness of round lights shining down at them as they lie on a surgical table, being gawked at and metaphorically dissected by their peers because they've become just a little bit too different from the rest. ]

No. [ Beat. ] Yes. [ Beat. ] Well. Not exactly.

[ Let's try this again: ]

I'm not going to tell her. I don't... want to tell her, but... it gets difficult, there's... there's too much-- too many things I've got to avoid when we talk and I don't want to come across as--

[ Philip lowers his head. Hey, remember how he said Dean's comment wasn't exactly making things easier? Well~ ]

As some... sort of paranoid weirdo.

[So basically, Philip is worried about coming off as "that guy" who makes other people uncomfortable. Not that he made Dean uncomfortable, because it takes a whole lot to unsettle Dean, but he doesn't want to upset this one other normal person.

Well. Where to begin?]

You weren't helpin' yourself when you first met me, dude. I mentioned demons and you looked like one of those guys who wins the lottery and stands there in shock. Kinda gave you away.

[Buuuuut he scratches the back of his head and considers this. No man wants to look weird or awkward in front of a girl. Dean can empathize with that sentiment well enough.]

I'd tell you that healthy relationships aren't built on lies, but that'd be sorta hypocritical of me.

[A thoughtful hum.]

I dunno, does she seem suspicious of anything?

[ Let Philip think about this for a moment. ]

Not... about Clarence, I don't think so. I never even mentioned Greenland, so I doubt that, um...

[ He trails off. ]

Perhaps about the- the injuries. [ Sigh. ] I wasn't exactly convincing, but... at least she didn't say anything.

Seriously, what do you guys even talk about?

[Dean laughs, ruffling his hair. Oh, right, seriousness now. This is serious. Philip doesn't want to come off as a weirdo. Got it.]

Okay, okay. So you're just wanna be normal in front of Egypt lady. You gonna try and fill in the gaps some other way and keep the story straight, or what?

[That sounds complicated.]

I mean, it's great that she's a regular chick and that makes you all warm and fuzzy inside, but c'mon, Phil. The Hell are you gonna tell her when she asks about somethin' other than Physics?

[ Ah, that was the wrong question. Philip looks away. ]

I had a life, you know.

[ Friends. Family. Hobbies. Stories. Normal stories.

All of which are becoming increasingly difficult for him to talk about, as if part of an entirely different tale, one nobody ever bothered to write down.

As if physics guy who got into a really bad situation was all there ever was to him.

It's bad enough as it is without Dean making somethin' other than Physics sound so implausible. ]

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I-

[There is a certain disadvantage to being Dean Winchester, despite the know-how about guns and the supernatural - he's an absolute crap motormouth. Pretty much any and every sentiment makes it out of him before he can think about it first, and the fights with Sam in the past are evidence enough of that.

So he grimaces, knowing he said the absolute wrong thing again, and ducks his head.]

Look, I'm- ...I'm sorry, man, I'm bad with this stuff, I didn't mean it like that. You had a more normal life than I did.

[And he tries to sound encouraging rather than self-deprecating, because despite the shit, he wouldn't trade his life for anyone else's. But Philip had something tangible, and the fact that the old life is slipping away is probably what scares him the most.]

...you got a real good thing goin'.

[Better than anything I ever had.]

But what are you gonna tell her if talkin' with her is that important to you?

[ Wow. Okay.

Philip really wants to request a subject change again and now that he thinks about it, wasn't the only thing he was hoping to get out of their conversation today a distraction from event-induced relationship neuroses? ]

What would you tell her?

[ Because that beats having to think about the question himself for now. ]

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[This is hard to answer, because (A) Dean has never met this girl, and (B) he's never had this sort of problem before. When people need to know the truth, he tells them. It isn't a free-for-all.]

Eh.

[Like we said. Hard to answer.]

If it were me, I pro'bly wouldn't tell her until she really had to know. If stuff got bad, or I trusted her. But I dunno, Philip. Haven't met the girl.

[He rocks on the balls of his feet, lips pursed and brow creased in thought.]

...tell her what you can? I mean, you gotta share somethin' about yourself. Chicks like a give-and-take thing when it comes to talkin'.

[ Philip nods slowly. Need-to-know basis. Well. That was pretty much his own approach, so as far as a "solution" is concerned he just took a long and straining walk in a circle.

...But at least he talked about it. Supposedly that counts for something. And on that note: ]

Your turn.

[ Trollmance event, remember? That is still a thing. That did not stop being a thing because they were talking about viral woes. ]

I doubt you were wandering for no reason, I know you've got one of those quadrants covered, so...

[At least Philip talked about it! Thank God for that, despite the agony of Dean pointing out things that could go wrong. A cookie for each of them, for managing to get through something that painful.

Even if Dean really does want to know what Philip plans to tell his ladyfriend. The guy can't make up stories forever.]

My turn?

[No way, man. That's enough feelings for one day, thanks.]

Uh. I got you, I guess, for the- [Flailing gesture.] -platonic soul bros quadrant.

[Because that sounds better than whatever the actual term for the relationship is.]

I got Cas, and I, uh.

...I have a lot of enemies, now that I think about it.

What, inappropriate music in inappropriate places enemies, or...

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[ Or that. ]

I don't think I can actually decide, which I guess is the reason I'm wandering. It's between the asshole in your head or the asshole who beat me up and left me with a concussion in the hallway.

[Although he is feeling a delightful magnetic pull towards the charming gentleman living in Philip's attic.]

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...The former doesn't think you're much of a match for him, apparently.

[ Philip says it with derision, because he likes to think he knows better. He also likes to think it's clear that Dean shouldn't go on starting a feud with somebody he can't even talk to most of the time.

So. Brushing it off. ]

But... a concussion? What concussion? I mean-- You never told me about that. [ Beat. ] It wasn't... the same guy, was it?

[Employing an eyeroll at the former's opinion, Dean glances around - because they're still standing, and he feels like being lazy - and sits on one of the benches outside the hedge maze.]

...Same guy? Which same guy?

[Because Dean really can't be bothered to remember who all of his enemies are, because that requires a little too much effort and footwork and organization.]

The guy I'm talkin' about is huge and wants to give everyone a zombie virus.

Ah, sorry. I meant the, um, the same guy who gave me a concussion a few months ago, I thought-- Never mind though, that doesn't sound like him.

[ And now time for concern. ]

It sounds worse, actually.

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He says his name's Wesker. He's got that mad scientist vibe goin' for him.

[Concern? Yes, everyone should be concerned. He lifted Dean up like he was nothing more than a kitten and left him covered in blood. Dragging oneself to the nearest closet when your arm is dislocated is incredibly difficult.]

He keeps rambling about how he's going to use a virus to wipe out the human race. Sounds like a video game villain, or something.

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