Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-03-18 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | thomas kemp, victor brannigan |
WHO: Thomas and Victor, open to Kat and Jamie, but can stand alone
WHAT: Morning after cuties
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: Victor's Apartment
Thomas woke in the morning, his head pounding horribly. He groaned and rubbed his head before hauling himself out of the bed and then realising he was actually not at home. Then he very nearly tripped over his son, sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. "That would be about right," he whispered before leaving the room. If there was someone more prone to tripping over everything, he would pity them. He heard someone in the kitchen and he smiled when he caught sight of Victor. "Hey. So...thanks for letting me stay here."
Victor turned from his stirring and he smiled at his friend. "Feeling any better?"
"Headache, but other than that...I guess I'm okay." He felt a little ridiculous for being so dramatic yesterday, even though he still felt terrified. He was quite glad Victor wasn't someone to make a big deal out of what had happened.
After melting a but of butter in a pan, Victor spooned some of the batter into the pan. "Figured I would make some pancakes," he explained. "Makes me feel productive and helpful. Hungry?"
Thomas propped himself up on one of the stools and he nodded. "Very, actually. I haven't eaten much over the past few days. Been just a little upset." Now he felt more hungry than sick. "Pancakes sounds wonderful."
"We'll remedy that right away then," Victor said with a smile. He flipped the pancake over and then plopped it onto a plate when it was done. "Here you go. Syrup?" He handed the plate over and it thunked onto the bar, before following with butter and syrup. "Just...don't eat too fast or you'll get sick again."
"I've got a system," Thomas responded before slathering the pancake with butter. He looked up and realised Victor was giving him a slightly odd look. "A...a counting system. For- For when I haven't eaten in over a day? Count to 90 between bites, and then- Right, that's depressing. Never mind."
Thomas watched as Victor turned back to his cooking, feeling a little embarrassed. "No. Well okay, yes. But we all have our shit, don't we?" Victor turned and offered Thomas a small smiled, which Thomas gratefully returned.
"It means a lot to me that you came to fetch me from a pub bathroom." Thomas took a bite of the pancakes and he gave a little sigh at the sweet taste of them. "Delicious."
"Any time. You know, if you hadn't been eating, it probably didn't help with the panic. Sometimes it catches up to you anyway though." Victor flipped another pancake onto Thomas' plate and Thomas lit up like a Christmas tree to see food just appearing in front of him. "If it's something that keeps happening, there are things you can do. Pills you can take. I've been there and it's terrible."
Thomas took another bite of pancake before nodded. "Thank you." The two of them had been getting friendlier, but he had a feeling that an event like the previous night was the kind of thing that cemented two people together. He knew he could rely on Victor for anything, and that was pretty remarkable. "Was that after your wife passed away?"
"Yes," Victor nodded, "I basically had a panic attack every single time I have to go in to work after that. Or any time I saw a victim. Or any time I thought about it. It was a bad time, but I went on some meds and they really helped. They gave me some fast acting ones and others meant to sort of build up, like anti-depressants. Turns out I needed those too. It made life liveable again."
"I'll keep that in mind," Thomas said, and he really would. He didn't know how much time me might have left and so making sure the time was liveable was definitely worth while. "I have to go to a group. I think I mentioned it last night. A group for people who have diagnoses like mine. It'll probably help me even begin to understand what I am feeling, since I still don't know."
"No rule says you have to," Victor said, piling a few more pancakes on a plate near Thomas so he could reach for them if he wanted them. "But if you ever want to talk, you know I'm here."
"I'll try to make sure the next time isn't from a pub toilet," Thomas said with a smile. Food really was helping him feel better.
Victor chuckled, and he said, "it would be nice, but not compulsory."