Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-04-10 09:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | joseph van der berg, saint patrick |
WHO: Patrick and Joey Van der Berg
WHAT: Clinging to the mortals
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: Joey's place
With the vision of Bridget being held up limply by Lucifer still fresh in his mind, Patrick decided he very much had to visit his mortal best friend. He had a key to Joey's house and he left himself in, giving Xavier, Joey's housemate a hurried hello as he passed.
Joey was in his room reading a book by James Thurber. He looked up and smiled at Patrick for a split second before frowning. "Patty? Everything okay? Is it the apocalypse because I'm not ready."
"What? No. I don't think so," Patrick shrugged. He sighed heavily and then moved to hug Joey tightly, book and all. "I love you."
Joey reached up to hug Patrick back, though when he pulled away he was looking at Patrick like he was a crazy person. "Okay. I love you too, Patty. But uhm. What's going on?" His eyes widened and Patrick grumbled and went to collapse on the bed.
"Lucifer hurt David's wife," he explained. "Hurt her bad. And we all tried to go help her, and he basically proved he could kick all our asses if he wanted to so why bother trying. Michael showed up at the last minute and saved us all, but it was... It was bad." He was silent for a moment and then he said, "reminded me of Neil."
Joey licked his lips, the memory of his dead friend still painful. Lucifer had killed him and it had been horrible. "But Bridget is okay?"
"She will be," Patrick nodded. Physically, anyway. But she had been at the mercy of Lucifer. He didn't know how she would deal with that emotionally. "I just... Knowing us comes with such risk."
"Yeah well. Wouldn't trade it." Joey rose from his chair and he went to sit beside Patrick on the bed. He leaned back, pulling Patrick with him to stare up at the ceiling. "Walking to work comes with risk. Dating CJ comes with risk. Not saying I'm terribly thrilled that Lucifer might know who I am, but I am friends with Saint Patrick. That's awesome."
Patrick made a 'ppfftt' noise and he rested his head against Joey's shoulder. "She just looked so fragile."
"You had an angel to call. My friend hit him with a baseball bat by the way. Veronica? Hit him when Michael just popped in."
Patrick just closed his eyes, amused but too tired to laugh. "Atta girl."
"You want to eat pancakes and stare at some cartoons with me?" Joey asked sweetly.
"Okay," Patrick practically whimpered. "Joseph?"
"Yes, Patricius?"
"Don't die."
Joey turned his head and he planted a kiss on Patrick's wild hair. "I'll do my best."