Who: Julian Randol Murphy and Daryl Dixon What: Talking Where: Squirrel Creek When: Saturday, August 1 Warnings: Not likely Status: In progress, stated in docs and continued in comments
It seemed like things had settled down, or he hoped that they had. John, Raven and Bellamy all felt better. Even he felt better. Compared to the mess that had happened when his twin had woken up from that dream. Though, he’s pretty sure it wasn’t just John that had brought it back from the dreams. Not that he was blaming anyone, he wasn’t. The dreams were fucked up already as it was. He hadn’t had any himself and that worried him a bit. Hell, John and Raven both had even mentioned that he wasn’t in their dreams. Davina said that him nor John were in hers. Which made him wonder about things. Not too much, but a little.
Julian had decided that he needed to check up on his boss anyway. See exactly how he was doing and check up on his stitches too. So, when he shows up he’s in civilian clothing. Knowing that his boss was about to close up shop soon anyway. Hell, he’s pretty sure some of the employees want to make a fuss until they notice who it is. He doesn’t hesitate to let them know that he didn’t need anything, that he was just there to talk to the boss. When Daryl is told Julian is there to see him, he says to send him to the office. Might as well have Julian come to the office, as opposed to Daryl going out front. Sofia’s doll is sitting up on a shelf, and looks in desperate need of a washing.
“Hey,” Daryl greets Julian. “You feeling better?” He assumes Julian isn’t contagious anymore because if he was, he wouldn’t be dropping by the restaurant. “You look like shit,” he said, but it’s said with a grin. One of the employees has him head back to the office, despite the fact that Julian didn't like being behind the partition while being in civilian clothing. Then again, it wasn't like he was working. It was near closing time and he knew it. Didn't mean he was comfortable with it.
Though, once in the office he sits down on the arm of the couch and gives his boss a small smile," Hey." He'd noticed the doll and raises a brow, trying to ignore it. If he took the damn thing home with him Madeline would probably ask what he did to it. Not that he'd done a damn to it, save find it under the couch.
"Feeling pretty good, actually," he states. Though, those words have him laughing slightly," Oh, do I now? Guess I should just go then if I look like shit." “No. I’m glad you stopped by. I’ve been worried about you.” That was the truth, and the sincerity rang in Daryl’s voice. He liked Julian. He was more than just a damn good addition to his staff. He was a friend. At least Daryl thought of him as a friend, same as Raven.
“You look a little peaked, but not too bad. I’m glad to see you up and about, now.” He could only imagine it was a tense couple of days at the house, with Raven and John, Julian, and their other friend being sick. "I've been worried about you."
Julian didn't do worried all that well. He sure as hell hadn't done it that well when he'd been away from his brother. Now that he was living under the same roof? That worry tended to slam into him full force. Though, he gives Daryl a bit of a smile.
"Been a bit tired, but I'm not feeling weak or generally screwed over," he says with a shrug. "How're your stitches?" “Healed up real nice,” Daryl told him. Since they were in the office and the door was shut, he went ahead and lifted his shirt so Julian could see. He didn’t even have a bandage over the wound now, the stitches Julian had put in had done the job.
“I’m still taking it easy, trying not to put too much stress or strain on it.” He was going to have a scar, no way around it. But thanks to Julian’s handiwork, it wasn’t going to be an ugly one. There were times where people had told him that they were healed up. Not that he believed them half the time. Though, he notes the stitches and gives a bit of a nod. For the most part he was satisfied with how they looked. They didn't seem to be infected.
"When did you clean them last?" Julian asks turning those blue eyes towards his boss. "Not saying they look bad, but they could do with a little cleaning around." "This morning," Daryl says. Damn, those blue eyes. Daryl ignored the tingly feeling he felt when Julian turned them on him, seemingly staring right into his soul. He drew a breath, let it out slowly. He thought the stitches looked good, and were healing just fine.
"If you want to clean them yourself, I'll be a good patient and lay still for you." Mostly said tongue in cheek, he also meant it.