TITLE: Dream Big TIME/DAY: Afternoon/May 17th TAKES PLACE AFTER/BEFORE: After everything CHARACTERS: Dalton and Tosh WARNINGS: Defaults
Dalton bit down on his bottom lip before releasing and watching the blood return to the once white bite marks before doing it again. And than again. Before too long his bottom lip was bleeding and he was left frowning at the reflection staring back at him with the same deadened look in his eyes. He was tired, really. He wanted to go back to sleep but knew he wouldn’t get out of bed for another five hours if he did that. Might as well suck it up? Hazel eyes narrowed for a split second, running a comb through his hair before he went to get his shirt on and grab his cell phone. Sure, he’d been worried for the past…week. He didn’t want to go anywhere for a reason that would become blaringly obvious soon. Not to mention that freakishly sugared up Doctor who seemed to think him a science experiment than a Dalton. He did not want. He’d gotten angry at Owen for even considering locking him up in a cell.
He walked back into the bathroom after finding his blue plaid shirt and canted his head to the side before pulling on a suede jacket and going to grab his mail before pausing quietly at one of the name’s on the letter. Yeah…this was beginning of a lovely day. He scowled before tossing the letter from his sister into the trash can and went to grab his cell phone, working his bottom lip for a moment. He hadn’t…really talked to anyone other than Charlie, Fred, Susan, and Aeryn. He needed to…get out more maybe? As long as he didn’t just walk up to the Doctor and say ‘Have at thee’…he was perfectly fine. Who the hell did he know…his jaw worked around for a moment before giving a smile and highlighting Tosh’s number on his cell phone before pressing the call button and going to sit down on his bed.
“Hey, Tosh…” Don’t stutter, Kingsington. Don’t stutter. Don’t fumble. You can talk to women…yes…no. No he couldn’t unless they were like…friends. He gave a small sigh before quickly hanging up and plopping backwards, pouting at the ceiling as his hand rubbed his stomach. A new nervous tick he could really do without. He glanced back at the phone again before sighing loudly and picking up the phone again and dialing…again. This time he wouldn’t hang up even if he wanted too. “Tosh? Uh…sorry phone cut out.” …Good excuse if any.