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23.5: The Silliness Continues
Continuation of this.
"Sorry, Liam. My love for you has been replaced by your puppy, Jack."
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That's not necessary! Look how happy they are together. We can love them both.
Early the following morning, Xerxes was the first to check on Liam. He’d have spent the night with him if he could have, as the party had nearly doubled his typical neuroses and he was now so paranoid he could scarcely think past it. But the doctors had been quite insistent upon forcing Break into his own bed.
They’d also been quite insistent that he stay there, which would not work at all, which was why Break made it a point to come and visit his dearest friend before anyone else was up.
The room was quiet when he entered but for the reassuring sound of deep, even breathing, and he made his way easily to a chair at Liam’s bedside. Softly, so as not to jostle him in anyway, Xerxes reached out to rest a hand gently on his friend’s —
— and discovered something fuzzy, which proceeded to move under his hand and shove something cold right into his palm.
“What the hell?” Break muttered, after a few moments of flabbergasted silence. He reached out with his other hand and carefully felt out what seemed to be a small, fuzzy animal with floppy ears and a wagging tail and great, big paws, for its size. He heard Liam take a deep breath and shift suddenly, so just in case he was awake, he said aloud, “Liam. I think you have a dog in your bed.”
This was met with silence for a moment, though his pillow rustled as though Liam had lifted his head to look. Then, voice filled with utter glee, Liam said, “Jack! You’re real!”
The puppy bolted from under Break’s hands with a small yip; its tail whacked him in passing as it made its way up the bed to be affectionate at Liam. Liam was giggling.
“And how, pray tell,” asked Break calmly, “did there come to be a dog in your bed?”
“Jack Vessalius gave him to me,” Liam replied cheerfully.
Break turned his head to cast a flat stare in Liam’s general direction. “Jack Vessalius.”
“I met him in a dream, and he gave me this puppy,” Liam confirmed. “That is why I named him Jack.”
"...in a dream, hm?"
"Yes. Jack Vessalius is magical like that."
Break considered this for a moment. But really, it was far too early to get uppity about the possible ramifications of Jack Vessalius going about dispensing puppies in peoples’ dreams, so at last he just asked, “What is in your painkillers?”
“I don’t know, but they’re really good,” said Liam.
Maybe the doctors would give some to Xerxes, if he got back to his bed before they discovered him gone and he looked properly pathetic. Then he could meet Jack Vessalius in a dream, too, and maybe he would give him a kitty cat to snuggle and love and fend off Gilbert and his awkward declarations of friendship and devotion with.
But, no. With his luck he’d meet her again and come away minus the other eyeball. And while it would be nice not to have to pretend to be able to see anymore, it was really a matter of vanity at this point.
Abruptly, Break realized what he was thinking.
“I’m going back to bed,” he announced, reaching out to pat Liam’s leg.
“Okay,” Liam said jovially. He must still be absolutely zonkered on the medicine. “Hey, hey, maybe we can train Jack to lead you around and he can be our dog.”
Oh God. “Yes, dear,” Break said absently, giving him another pat. Then he made his way back to his own bed, where, thankfully, he did not dream a thing.
He did make a mental note to acquire a kitty anyway, though. The more he thought about it, the more he really wanted some Gilbert-repellent.
"Sorry, Liam. My love for you has been replaced by your puppy, Jack."
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Early the following morning, Xerxes was the first to check on Liam. He’d have spent the night with him if he could have, as the party had nearly doubled his typical neuroses and he was now so paranoid he could scarcely think past it. But the doctors had been quite insistent upon forcing Break into his own bed.
They’d also been quite insistent that he stay there, which would not work at all, which was why Break made it a point to come and visit his dearest friend before anyone else was up.
The room was quiet when he entered but for the reassuring sound of deep, even breathing, and he made his way easily to a chair at Liam’s bedside. Softly, so as not to jostle him in anyway, Xerxes reached out to rest a hand gently on his friend’s —
— and discovered something fuzzy, which proceeded to move under his hand and shove something cold right into his palm.
“What the hell?” Break muttered, after a few moments of flabbergasted silence. He reached out with his other hand and carefully felt out what seemed to be a small, fuzzy animal with floppy ears and a wagging tail and great, big paws, for its size. He heard Liam take a deep breath and shift suddenly, so just in case he was awake, he said aloud, “Liam. I think you have a dog in your bed.”
This was met with silence for a moment, though his pillow rustled as though Liam had lifted his head to look. Then, voice filled with utter glee, Liam said, “Jack! You’re real!”
The puppy bolted from under Break’s hands with a small yip; its tail whacked him in passing as it made its way up the bed to be affectionate at Liam. Liam was giggling.
“And how, pray tell,” asked Break calmly, “did there come to be a dog in your bed?”
“Jack Vessalius gave him to me,” Liam replied cheerfully.
Break turned his head to cast a flat stare in Liam’s general direction. “Jack Vessalius.”
“I met him in a dream, and he gave me this puppy,” Liam confirmed. “That is why I named him Jack.”
"...in a dream, hm?"
"Yes. Jack Vessalius is magical like that."
Break considered this for a moment. But really, it was far too early to get uppity about the possible ramifications of Jack Vessalius going about dispensing puppies in peoples’ dreams, so at last he just asked, “What is in your painkillers?”
“I don’t know, but they’re really good,” said Liam.
Maybe the doctors would give some to Xerxes, if he got back to his bed before they discovered him gone and he looked properly pathetic. Then he could meet Jack Vessalius in a dream, too, and maybe he would give him a kitty cat to snuggle and love and fend off Gilbert and his awkward declarations of friendship and devotion with.
But, no. With his luck he’d meet her again and come away minus the other eyeball. And while it would be nice not to have to pretend to be able to see anymore, it was really a matter of vanity at this point.
Abruptly, Break realized what he was thinking.
“I’m going back to bed,” he announced, reaching out to pat Liam’s leg.
“Okay,” Liam said jovially. He must still be absolutely zonkered on the medicine. “Hey, hey, maybe we can train Jack to lead you around and he can be our dog.”
Oh God. “Yes, dear,” Break said absently, giving him another pat. Then he made his way back to his own bed, where, thankfully, he did not dream a thing.
He did make a mental note to acquire a kitty anyway, though. The more he thought about it, the more he really wanted some Gilbert-repellent.