Who: Coin Martin. (Narrative or open tag) When: Afternoon Where: Stargate garage What: Coin. Some thinking. More going.
Coin had fallen into the habit of keeping to himself lately. He had been staying later and later at work, which had made his boss wonder and Claudia ask up front if he had an abusive home life. She didn't know the half of it, though he could hardly tell her that he was part of a terrorist cell. But he had kept away from most and now the habit had stuck. Give him pointy ears, goldfish eyes and a loincloth and he might as well be a House Elf. All that almost invisible housekeeping. Too bad he couldn't keep people out of his head.
Dreams.
He flinched a little as Uriah got out of his car. The other was looking sleepy and it was altogether odd to see Uriah in the real world. "Remember what we talked about." There was a flash of feral smile, the other was bad at even pretending to be sympathetic. "You're not the first to get used though. Everyone loves a virgin ass." Coin didn't reply and when it was obvious that he wasn't coming to Issak's defence, Uriah moved away, out of the garage. When Coin was sure that he was gone, he sighed and walked towards his bike.