Re: Quicklog, Ocean's 11: Lin A, Louis D, Neil D, Zatanna Z
[Lin hooked an arm through his and leaned his head on his shoulder, warm and comfortable there, and Louis smiled at him.] It's good to see you too. [That smile was a fragile thing. It had been a hard year, and a hard few months inside that year. Just being around someone he cared about who didn't expect anything from him would surely make everything seem more manageable. He looped an arm around Lin and gave him a small squeeze.] I hope you like wet clothes. [Some of it had to be soaking through, Lin was so close, but it was nice all the same. Comfortable, quiet, momentary.
Then the door opened, and there was Neil. Neil. His brother, strolling in from the next room when Louis had just wound himself up comfortably with Lin, just when he was thinking about how nice it would be to have dry clothes and be on a warm couch. And to sleep. Maybe even to sleep.
Louis simply stared. He must have fallen asleep standing up. All of this was a dream. There was no other reason he could think of that his brother would wander into a private moment in a hotel room that didn't belong to him. This was the part where the dream typically turned and became more obviously a dream. He should have known when he found himself soaked for no reason - of course. Dreaming.
Then he saw the woman standing behind him, and felt fear. He'd never seen her before in his life, and he didn't recognize her face, but there was something just wrong about her, something that made his joints stiffen, that made his hand tighten a little around Lin. Adrenaline flooded him before she'd even said a word. Flight.
There was no visible reaction, not yet, nothing but a broad dilation of his pupils when his eyes caught on her, caught on that wrongness.]
Lin? [Why were his brother and a stranger here? What was happening?]