Who: Virgil Hawkins and OPEN TO ANYONE. What: Trying to forget all the blood. When: Random Thursday morning Where: Apartment complex kitchen Warning: TBA but probably none!
Virgil finally left the apartment. Though he didn't go very far, it was still an improvement from before. He didn't know how to face the living room. There was still a blood stain on the floor where Ollie had collapsed. The image was still fresh in his mind, and sometimes it was as if he could see the blood still on his hands. He didn't know how to make the feeling stop. He was always afraid. He didn't understand it. He wasn't alone, he had Bart, he had Oliver looking out for him, hell even his best friend was there now. But deep inside him he was still afraid. He'd never been away from home, not for this long, and not this far away. Richie had said that his dad was worried and upset, and that didn't help his nerves that were already in place with trying to settle into his new home.
Bang babies and metas he could handle, but demons and shootings? They made him sick. Physically and mentally he felt like he was paralyzed. Ontop of all that, he'd told Bart he loved him. Loved. As in, with heart. And he did, like a friend. But the Kryptonite made him feel more, made him act on those feelings and he confessed it before he was even solidly sure..everything in his head was confused. Relationships were not Virgil Hawkins strong point. He was still trying to figure out what love was. It hurt his head to think about it. Everything hurt and it wasn't a fun feeling. It wasn't normal for Virgil Hawkins to wear such a serious face. He was a kid who copped with things by telling obnoxious jokes, and playing little games. But he couldn't see a joke out of this one.
He toyed with a plate of food he should be eating. He hadn't been feeling up to it the last twenty four hours. Even the thought of food made his stomach churn in protest. So he just poked at it with his fork and thought about Dakota.