"Yeah." Wide awake in fact. With the help of Ritalin. What? He had ADHD. The shit helped him stay focused. Was it his fault it also helped him stay awake all day and all night too? At the sound of Taavi's voice Jerzy put away the knife he'd grabbed when he heard the jiggling. The knife went back under the cushion where it usually stayed all night with Jerzy. Was usually a good spot for it unless some asshole ghost came and sat right down on top of it. Jerzy started putting the knife under his own cushion then.
He wished he could just stay awake as long as his brother. He knew, or at least had a pretty good idea, how long it had been. More than a week. Jerzy tried to stay awake with him, but invariably when Tavin did come home, for however long, to get showered, change clothes, or whatever, Jerzy would nod off, finally feeling safe enough to lower the defenses that kept him wide awake.
He knew it wasn't work that was keeping Taavi so busy. No, he didn't know what it was, only that is wasn't work. Much as the guy might like his job, he didn't like it that much, so much that he'd let it suck up his entire fucking life.
Yawning, Jerzy nonetheless rose up to stand after pausing his game. This was one of the longest games in history. In some strange half asleep, half awake stuppor he'd find himself in game scenes he didn't remember going into with points he didn't remember gaining. He began to wonder how much of it he was playing and how much was someone else. Tanya was good at waking up when a ghost came in and fucked w/ Jerzy's game though. She'd hiss and alert Jerzy, who would jerk, look around, and find nothing. But he knew the ghosts had been there, he'd catch them fleeing from the corner of his eye. Damn specters always liked to fuck with him, especially since finding out he could see them. Made them feel more real or something.
"Want some cereal?" He asked, moving toward the kitchen. See how well he could fix breakfast? "Pop tarts?"