Reid Garwin (literalworst) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-08 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, reid garwin, tyler simms |
Who: Reid Garwin & Tyler Simms
What: Reid is still struggling with the aftermath of Wanda's power malfunction and calls the one person he trusts more than anything
When: After this
Where: Random LA sidewalk
Rating/Warnings: PG | Language mostly
Status: Log | Complete
Ever since Reid had stumbled out of the bar and put a considerable amount of distance between himself and the source of the madness he’d started to feel better. Not so good that his niggling insecurities weren’t having a field day with his shaky confidence. Evident by how many missed calls he’d made to Tyler’s number. Probably should have got the hint when he didn’t answer the first two times but apparently like all things Reid didn’t learn.
Eventually he did stop. Stopped walking, stopped calling, he just ended up a huddled heap on the sidewalk with his knees bent and his fingers buried in his pale blonde hair.
Breathe, that was important. He needed to breathe.
It didn’t help that all he heard at the moment were the words thrown at him by what-the-fuck that whole thing had been in the bar coupled with the unkind words shared with him by both his mother and father.
Ugh, fuck.
Tyler, despite whatever Reid was thinking, had been in the shower. He ached and he was tired and a shower had been what he needed. What that had mean, though, as he'd been working his way through show-tunes he knew three quarters of the lyrics of, was that he didn't hear his phone buzzing.
So towel-clad and alarmed, as soon as he saw the sheer volume of missed calls from Reid, he thumbed the number back immediately and lifted the phone to his ear, chewing on his lip, speaking as soon as he heard the click of connection.
"Reid? Reid- the fuck are you okay?"
Reid had been so wrapped up in his own head that he jumped when his phone buzzed and rang in his hand and nearly lost it down the nearest drain.
Thankfully he didn’t.
“Jesus fuck Tyler how long does it take for you to answer your phone?” He bit out though there was literally no heat just... exhaustion and something resembling panic. “But, no. I’m not okay. I’m really not.”
"I was in the shower, dude, you know I can never hear anything over the water." There was only the tiniest bit of defensiveness in his voice which disappeared literally seconds later. "What- what's happening? Are you hurt?"
Reid recoiled slightly at the defensive tone in Tyler’s voice and nearly ended the call. His thumb was on the cancel button and everything but he didn’t. He persisted. Luckily.
“Not hurt, physically, but I’m- you know what, never mind. I’ll clear my head or something.”
"Where are you?" Tyler asked, hearing the dismissive tone and deciding to ignore it. It had to be bad if Reid had called him twelve fucking times. "I just gotta put on some pants and I'll come get you? What's going on, Reid?"
Reid swallowed hard and pressed the flat of his tongue against the edge of his tooth. “I- I was in this bar and there was this chick there doing something with a red mist and I just-“
Christ this was harder than it had any right to be.
“We’re good, right?”
Tyler paused, frowning into the phone before slotting it between his shoulder and ear, tipping his head to the side and sliding into a pair of sweatpants. "Uh, yeah, man, we're good. Why wouldn't we be?"
Reid idly picked at the laces of his sneakers and lifted his shoulders even though Tyler couldn’t see him.
“That mist, Tyler. It really fucked with my head.”
"It- fuck, okay- look, turn on your GPS and I'll come to you. Are you okay right now? Are you safe?"
Reid pulled in a breath and took a brief break from the phone to do as Tyler said before he came back to the conversation.
“I think so? I mean I have no fucking idea where I am right now but like not in imminent danger.”
Tyler nodded, "Okay, I- Just stay where you are and I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"I'll be here, just waiting," Reid promised as he ended the call and just focused on breathing and calming the fuck down.