Found another victim but no one's gonna find Miss Jackson WHO: Clint & Loki WHERE: Their Apartment Nest WHEN: Friday WHAT: Hiding out and bro-ing down. WARNING: Language? STATUS: In-Progress
There were too many culminating emotions to decide which was fair to partake or ignore in. When it came both to his own mental boundaries, and then where he was supposed to allow Marrowood to affect him. It had taken some time, Loki had some resolve, but not entirely as much as most would. He was still working on being an every day, not falling into bad shit sort of person. That didn't bode well with the emotional roller coaster that was this ride.
He was not okay. A front easily put up via the network, the only person really making any contact with him was Clint, and he kept enough space to not worry about facade. Dying hadn't bothered him, nor had the image of his girlfriend's sister shooting him either. As unpleasant as getting shot was, Loki had ridden the train too many times to care.
It all was a lot to take in and happen in a small period of time. All things out of control and a direct affect of this town, inspiring feelings, yet, he couldn't feel them. Because that wasn't fair. Yet they were there. "I can appreciate a good hobofication process, but either you or Georgie needs to bathe. Because one of you is starting to ripen." The good thing about having Clint for a roommate was that they could easily pass the time with nonsense. Which was exactly what they needed to be doing while waiting for this mood to pass over.