Re: The Apartment: Jamie/Seven
Jamie wasn't like, dressed for outside. Inside, the apartment was cool, the heat turned low because it was cheaper that way and he had like, a million blankets sprawled across the couch and oh yeah, the little like, radiator parked way up by his chin on his shoulder, not exactly like, sleepy? But chilling. The cat - whose name, ftr, was 'Cat' - had grown by like, literal inches in the weeks and weeks between the last time Seven had hung around in his kitchen and he hadn't, and Jamie lifted his head maybe three inches and looked past the kitchen countertop to the guy currently stood in it now.
He didn't need to like, mentally articulate he'd missed him. Jamie just did, which was kind of the deal with showing up wasted at his place tbh and the six weeks had mostly passed in a serious stretch of early am running, the dance classes and yeah when he was home (and Mars wasn't? Which was weird, she was out late) Cat took up a ton of time just fucking around with whatever the latest not-exactly-a-toy was, and attacking his feet. It all made it way easy not to think about Seven, the shape of him an absence like a lost tooth, the occasional sharp stab of sensitivity, awareness or whatever, jamming through the nothing.
And yeah, Jamie had mulled. Like, since Holly had asked and he didn't know the answer, and a little on Marta and collectively, the guy looked a little sleepy and a little maybe the wrong side of pensive and he rose up from the couch and plucked Cat from his shoulder and dropped her on the back of the couch, where she clung with tiny, needle claws. "Hey." Because there wasn't like, a whole lot else he had to say, words had dried the fuck out in his head and mostly Jamie just like, observed. The way the coat fitted the guy, the way Seven looked luxe in a chill nonetheless expensive way that kinda fitted with the house, with the absence of color he was tending to expect Seven to show up in, tbh.
He smiled. It was a little uncertain, but it felt kind of like the tilt-a-wheel at the carnival, one of those rides where you were never one hundred percent, yk? He was going to move, like, to hug the guy or kiss him or something, but Cat leapt with little spines and clung to his back, and Jamie made a startled move forward and started to laugh.