Jericho (josephwilson) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-07 02:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, dan torrance, joseph wilson |
Who: Dan Torrance and Joseph Wilson
Where: The hallway
When: Backdated to the 5th
What: Catching up again
Status: Closed, in-progress
Warnings: Currently none, but will update if needed.
Joey had waited a little while to let Dan have time to adjust to being back before seeking him out, especially knowing there had to have been so many people who were eager to see him again. They deserved a chance to have time to catch up; especially Dan and Abra. And he certainly deserved a chance to get as comfortable with his surroundings as he could considering he’d been recently kidnapped again by spirits or whatever the current theory of abduction was. There were just so many options for why they were in the hotel that Joey couldn’t remember which was the most popular at any given time (though he’d personally come to believe the self-invented ‘sent by a higher power to learn to better yourself’ model). It also gave Joey time to think about the fact that Dan had shared a lot of information with him that he hadn’t been aware of the last time he’d been here. It had brought a lot of things to his awareness that had seemingly slipped through the cracks of their previous conversations. That merited some sort of in-depth discussion eventually, he was sure, but for now it was more about finding him to offer some of the same assurance that Dan had provided when their roles had been reversed. That assurance might have come in mildly different forms because where Dan had given him a cozy sweatshirt and flashlight before, his own form of providing comfort came much more in the realm of herbal tea and an acupressure pillow. He’d tucked the pillow carefully against his side and had a cup of honeysuckle tea in either hand. It was a juggling game to neither splash himself with boiling hot water nor let himself be dissuaded from the idea that mild stabbing of the hard plastic roses felt relaxing as he headed down the hall. It took all the grace and restraint of years in the ballet to make it all the way to the door without so much as a light sprinkle of tea. Once he’d arrived in front of Dan’s room, a careful little shift of the mugs to a single hand freed the other to knock on the door lightly before he stood back to wait for the other man to open it. |