Hawkins Mental { Brian & Jimmy }
After reading the comment from Jimmy on his journal, Brian grinned a bit to himself. He chewed his bottom lip as he debated whether or not to actually go over to Jimmy's or tell him to come over to his own room. He decided that Jimmy had said to come see him, which meant that he trusted him not to turn the room upside down like Syn had the last time he'd been there. That was a bracing, comforting thought for sure. It seemed Jimmy didn't hate him for what his alter did, and was still gloating over, for the record. Brian couldn't tell if Syn was upset because it hadn't pushed Jimmy away or if he just didn't care, but he had his bets on the second. Syn had started caring less and less about things, hence why he was out almost all the time. It seemed he'd pretty much just given up. All the bruises and marks except for the bite mark on his collarbone had healed, but that one was in the process, scarring over and turning a strange pink against his unnaturally pale skin as it pushed up the scab. He'd been picking at it, just because it was one of his mindless things but he hadn't ripped it off yet.

It'd been a few days since he'd actually taken his hoodie off completely and it had just been roughly pulled on and left unzipped and exposing his chest, so he just zipped it up and shoved his hands in his pockets after running his fingers through his hair. He forced himself to stop chewing on his lip after a second and slipped out of his room. He'd recently woken up so he hadn't even bothered turning on his computer. He'd rather talk to someone in person than over the internet anyway, and he just hoped he wasn't going to wake Jimmy up. Then again, it was getting toward noon so maybe he'd get lucky and not wake his friend up.

He stepped out of his room for the first time in probably a week, glancing around idly before licking his lips and making his way through the halls to Jimmy's room. Once he got there through the winding corridors, he pulled one hand out of his pockets, knocking softly but firmly because he didn't hesitate - it wasn't Syn's pseudo-cop knock, that was for sure, though - and leaning against the door frame. He only really felt comfortable walking into Pete's room without knocking first. Maybe that'd change eventually, but for now, he waited, forcing himself to stop chewing on his lip, damn it.