The smell of smoke lingered in Lin's nose as his eyes snapped open again. At least this time he hadn't fallen over, as he was already on the floor. He considered himself lucky in that sense, but he didn't have much time to appreciate the fact. His mind was racing - well, skipping more like. The same thought played over and over in his head. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
Of course, he had known. He had. For a while. He had seen Aubrey with the older man once in town some time ago, but he had kept his distance. So, he had known, but it hadn't been confirmed. It hadn't been shoved into his consciousness like a knife to the brain. Was this how Aubrey had felt when he heard about Mallory? No wonder he had screamed. - Somehow this encounter, more intimate and familiar, made Lin much angrier than the apparent no-strings-attached, rough-sex-in-the-alleyway scene that he had played through ...what? Moments before? Hours? He didn't know. (At least he didn't have an erection anymore. Praise Jesus for that miracle.)
His ears rang. What the fuck? Scrunching up his face, he tried to sit a little straighter against the wall. He did know that the memory was at least somewhat recent, somehow. It just felt like it. That almost made it worse. Who was that man? What the fuck kind of name was Seven? And what was in the suitcase? What deteriorated in oxygen? ...Fucking organs? Lin frowned deeply. Dried blood had crusted on his upper lip. For once, Theon was smart enough to hold his tongue.
Lin almost thanked him. The darkness descended then, much more subtly this time, and enveloped the boy in his bathroom.