Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: The Woods: Pesha/Tandy
Tandy was having a really, really weird day. It was a combination of the prosaic -- percentage jokes, stretched to the limits of what was realistically funny -- and the blithely ridiculous, which was dominating his day. He had Travis, who he remembered from school as like, an older kid on the bus from the 'good at sports' crowd but not like, the kind of meathead who shut people in lockers, occasionally hitting his phone, Holly who had taken the aforementioned metaphysical displacement in stride and he had a disused house at the side of the lake with a sleeping bag made for sub-Arctic temperatures, a bunch of health bars and a pack of cheap pencils and a pad and that was about it for worldly possessions.
Being parented by another kid was novelty, but it was novelty layered on novelty and Tandy was kind of exhausted of all the new, full disclosure. It was starting to punch home, past the acetate that kept a healthy emotional distance between the wealth of crap he needed to process and his actual processing point and he kind of wanted to take his magic ID, take his burned out bandwidth for the supernatural home ...aka, disused house - and give himself a break to like, figure out where to put all this.
He endured the ministrations. That was pretty much sum total of it, it was a little sulky, but Tandy's mood was tipping and it was sorta excusable given present circumstances. He sat still, and he let Sabrina prod his forehead, and he only objected when Sabrina was economical with the facts.
"Hey. I wasn't bleeding. Can we chalk this one up to stupidity, I can bruise, I'm a big boy." He took the sharp off it with a curl of his mouth, and he considered the walk back to the house, whether cutting through the woods was completely wise.