Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in mountzenithrp, @ 2019-06-08 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 026, jack, marco |
Who: Marco & Jack
When: Late morning
Where: what was once Juno's room
Marco liked being able to look at the fuzzy rug in his room and remember how much Juno liked it. He didn't have a lot from her, otherwise. They had taken the Stitch plush that he had gotten for her, though he had a more positive connection to the onesie. She had gotten him a few Star Wars themed things for Christmas, and while he loved them all, he found he would have preferred to have pictures of her. A lot of photos would have been nice. Lennon's goofy doodle of her was still on his wall, though the chart that it was part of made him more sad than proactive nowadays. All of it was better than the note that had come with the drugs on the day she was taken, which he had kept, which reminded him of her just as much. He still wasn't sure what it was that he had lied about, but it still felt like it put the blame on him. He was still trying to figure out if he could get her back once he cracked the riddle, or just tried to be good and stay away from drugs and drinking. God, that was fucking hard, but it was the only way he thought that he could get Juno back.
He didn't need to take any of that stuff up to Juno's room now, what with her still being gone, but he still put on the Stitch onesie, pocketed the note, and dragged the rug up to her room, which he unrolled across a section of her empty floor that he knew had once housed her bed. He sat there, expecting to cry, but found that he wasn't that kind of sad. And god, was he sad, but it just produced a weary exhaustion rather than tears. It wasn't right for Juno to still be gone. She meant too much. It wasn't right.
He sat there for a while, back to the wall, waiting for him to feel the emotion that he thought was the right one, and when that didn't work, he went back to that note, trying to remember lying to Juno. And he knew that he had, but not at the point that he had gotten the note. When he got too frustrated, he'd switch back to sitting, thinking, and wondering if he was a bad friend for not crying. He blinked a few times, and squeezed his eyes shut. Nope, still not feeling it.
He left to get a drink of water, coming back with the bottle. Maybe he needed to be more hydrated to cry.
He was only vaguely aware of someone following him up the stairs, a few feet behind as he made his way back up to Juno's room. He turned when he made it to her door, ready to be annoyed that someone was following him, but stopped when he found Jack there. Jack wasn't likely to actually be following him, but Marco still wondered if maybe he was, because he wanted to talk about Juno. He didn't know for sure, but he at least didn't want to snap at the guy. He pulled his Stitch hoodie down before he raised a hand in silent greeting.
"I just, um..." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Juno's door. "I just thought I should be in here today." It wasn't really an explanation of what he was doing, really, but Jack hadn't asked for one, anyway.