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Tweak says, "I HAVE GINGIVITUS"

Reggie Lass (canibeontheboat) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-10-23 21:11:00

Entry tags:

mason, reggie lass

Who: David and Reggie
Where: Reggie's place
Warnings: Emo!

The mansion had been too big for three people. It felt absolutely empty with just Reggie. She kind of missed the days when she could get away with stuff like making a toilet tree to cope with this stuff. It was harder to cope in adult ways. It seemed like adults weren't really supposed to grieve at all, or at least not to let people know you were doing it. It had always driven Reggie crazy, the way her mother repressed everything at the start. Even when she finally acknowledge it, it was this weird 'I'm okay, you're okay' sort of thing. She'd never given her daughter the impression that what Reggie was going through was normal, or that other people were feeling it too.

Reggie wiped the stray tears from her face. Sometimes she didn't really realize she was crying. She'd feel a little better when David got there.

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traitorousrat
2009-10-24 03:02 am UTC (link)

Reggie was on the very short list of 'People David Gave a Shit About,' so he dropped everything to get over to London. Thank God for the portkey system. He debated morphing from the dropoff point to Reggie's place but he'd forgotten extra shoes so he just walked, hands stuffed in the pouch of his hoodie, smoking with his head down and unconsciously glaring at the ground.

George hadn't seemed to like him a whole lot, but that didn't matter. David placed a particular importance on family. He knew what it was like to lose one, so he could relate. There wasn't anything he could really say other than 'This sucks,' and he was absolute shit at consoling people, but he'd do whatever he could.

He vaguely recognized the driveway and the mansion itself, ditched his cigarette, his pace quickened, he made his way to the door and gave it three knocks.

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canibeontheboat
2009-10-24 03:50 am UTC (link)

Reggie had been pacing around the vast living room. It probably had some fancy rich-people name, but Reggie just called it a living room. Sometimes Living Room #1. Whatever the room was called, it was close to the front door (la porte d'entrée?) so it took less than a minute for Reggie to open the door when David knocked.

"Hey." Her eyes were red, but she wasn't actively crying now. She leaned back against the door, allowing him room to come inside. "We have the whole place to ourselves," she said, the slightest hint of hysteria under the sardonic coating.

She reached out for his hand, wanting to bridge that gap between them and find some sort of physical comfort.

	traitorousrat 2009-10-27 03:02 am UTC (link)
	David gave her a sympathetic smile. He nodded and figured the closest couch was good enough. He kept hold of her hand and led her over to it, then sat down. He still wasn't sure what the hell to say. But he was going to make sure that she didn't have to deal with this alone, like he said before- no one should have to. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ultimatehigh 2009-10-28 02:59 am UTC (link)
	Mason stepped into the house. He was going to hate dealing with this situation. He knew that Reggie was going to die anytime now and he had to witness it because he had to help her transition. But how the hell was he going to explain this to David? He extended his hand to the boy. "Nice to meet you, David," he said. "I was a friend of George's." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ultimatehigh 2009-10-28 01:59 pm UTC (link)
	Mason nodded to David. "Thanks, mate," he said before focusing his look to Reggie when she spoke. He shook his head, pushing his hands into the pocket of his jeans. "No, thanks, I'm good. I had dinner with... at home," he explained. "Is.. uh... is there anything you need?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	traitorousrat 2009-10-28 05:35 pm UTC (link)
	He shook his head when she asked about food or whatever. "No thanks, babe." That was probably the last thing he was thinking about right now. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)