"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know right now you can't tell."

[likefatherlikeson]

Who: Justin Carlisle, Mark Campbell, Nathan Mitchell and Will Jackson
What: "Somehow, I've lost my mind"
Where: Pediatric Clinic, Mount Sinai
When: Day after THIS

By the time they had come to be sitting in the waiting room for the doctor to call Justin in for his appointment, Justin wasn't in a very good mood. As some sort of standard thing for full physical check-ups, Justin had seen the nurse first. Luckily it was a guy (called Jordan), and he was nice. While he did things like check Justin's blood pressure, take his temperature, check his chest, and feel his glands, he chatted to him and made him feel comfortable. But after that, he wanted to take blood from Justin and have him pee in a bottle. The peeing was okay, because he did need to go, but the guy took so much blood, Justin was losing his temper by the end of it because it was hurting. It wasn't hurting to start with, and he didn't even notice the needle going in, but the more vials he took, the more sore it got and Justin was starting to freak out. His dad and Will had been sitting out in the waiting room the whole time, and Jordan was really apologetic, promising he wouldn't stick Justin with anymore needles once it was done. From there, he had some scans of his brain and stomach, which they explained to Justin and his dad weren't routine but considering his recent medical history, the doctor had requested they be performed.

Waiting for the actual doctor came next, and Justin's patience wasn't the best to start with. He didn't want to be here, he was sore after being jabbed, he had to awkward pee in a bottle, had a nurse feeling all over him (even if the guy was cool), had been scanned in a weird machine, and he was scared. His poor dad copped it when Justin lost his temper and threw a magazine across the room when Mark told him that the doctor would come as soon as he could and probably got held up with another patient. Poor Will was probably wondering what the fuck he was getting into, but instead of moving away and doing a bolt (Justin wouldn't have blamed him), Will just took Justin's hand and help it, which cooled his temper a lot and he was more than grateful. Especially when Will told him waiting for a doctor always sucked, especially not knowing what would come next.

( Justin had bitten all his nails off and his leg was bouncing restlessly while he waited... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

[ VOICEMAIL ] To Gen

[aussielawyer]

"Hey, it's me. I know you're busy until some crazy late hour tonight with stuff you can't get out of, but can you come straight here to the apartment when you can? The doctor's appointment didn't go all that well. Don't worry, we're both okay. We're home now and both the lads are crashed out on Justin's bed. I just... yeah, there's stuff we need to talk about. That sounds like some sort of ultimatum. Shit. That's not what I mean. Just, if we're going to keep things going here, you need to know what's going on with the kid as much as I do, so yeah... come home when you can, babe? Thanks. I love you."

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Luke

[aussielawyer]

Hey, mate. Listen, I tried calling your folks about Will, but they aren't picking up. Do you think it would be okay for him to stay here a bit longer? We got some bad news and Will's kind of keeping Justin grounded at the moment.

[ FACEBOOK ]

[notskywalker]

Parenting looks really hard.

"The very thought of you makes me want to get undressed."

[foreverfabulous]

Who: Paris Hart and Michael Davison
What: "In spite of that my heart says, I guess I want you so bad."
Where: Paris' apartment
When: Simultaneous-ish to THIS

Paris finished work early that evening. Way, way earlier than he would normally think to sign off unless he was absolutely exhausted and his brain was no longer absorbing important information. There had been a lot of meetings that day, but Paris had a reason to go home, so he had made his excuses from the last staff meeting and let Gen take the reigns. She wanted to to be involved in this one because it was discussing one of her pet projects. One thing Paris and Gen had high respect for with each other letting the respective sibling take the reigns on the projects that meant a lot to them. It was how they worked so well together. They both had things that meant a lot to them, and the things that were just run of the mill, they managed equally.

And Paris was tired. It was the shock of what happened to Michael catching up to him. What he really wanted was a long, hot bubble bath with a glass of white and a good book before heading to bed. But probably the most out-of-character thing for Paris was that he asked Michael to stay at his place for a few days until he was feeling better. So, when he arrived back at his apartment, he found Michael packing up the few things he had here with him into his bag and he had even re-made Paris' bed to perfection, complete with a couple of spray of the black raspberry linen mist Paris loved so much. Michael was neatly dressed in his now laundered work clothes he had worn the day of his accident and the blood stains from the cut on his head were gone. Paris' housekeeper was exceptional.

( After depositing his designer work bag in the living room, Paris came to lean against the door jamb of his bedroom, arms folded loosely, and watched Michael for a moment or two... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

"Nowhere else in the world I wanna be."

[justalittlecrush]

Who: Michael Davison, Paris Hart and Gen Hart
What: Sprung!
Where: Paris' apartment
When: Brunch time, day after THIS

Michael's intentions of going back to his own place in Woodbridge Township in New Jersey had been admirable enough, but here he was, waking up slowly and stretching like a contented cat with the morning sunlight streaming in through the half-closed blinds. The bed felt like a marshmallow was hugging him, the loads of pillows puffed up behind his head and the extremely messy bed clothes in various stages of rumpled and creased around him. He was alone in the bed, but somewhere beyond the bedroom, he could smell something amazing cooking. Now he was torn. He wanted to stay here because frankly, he hadn't been this relaxed in a very long time, but on the other hand, he was alone and Paris was in another room. That made the decision for him. He was naked in the bed, pushing the covers back so he could shuffled his butt over to the edge to get up. He was still naked when he padded to the connecting en suite bathroom to take care of business and brush his teeth. Which was only when he realised the spare, new toothbrush he had been using since Paris brought him back here was still in the cup beside Paris' purple sparkly one. He leant on the bathroom counter and looked at them with a lopsided smile on his face. This felt extremely fucking weird, but no way was he taking it for granted. This was the morning after, and for all he knew, Paris might be out there ready to hand him his marching orders from the job because now things wouldn't work once they had slept together.

Slept together no less than five times in one night, mind. In fact, Michael's butt was sore now, but it was a good sore. They had changed up too, and when Paris happily bottomed for him, Paris was pretty sure he was about to die and go to heaven just from pleasure. Even if, apparently, gay sex wouldn't get them anywhere near the pearly gates. Michael was religious. He was more spiritual, if anything. He believed in things like guardian angels for people who truly needed them, and about your loved ones waiting in the afterlife for you. What he and Paris did last night was definitely more spiritual than religious. When he exited the bathroom, he realised them that Paris had laid out a fluffy bathrobe for him, so he pulled it on, not bothering with even putting underwear on.

He was looping the sash in a knot at his hip when he wandered out into the kitchen and found Paris at the stove, cooking something that looked gourmet with various ingredients placed in easy reach around him and a fresh pot of tea brewing. Michael came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Paris' waist, some soft kisses dropping against the nape of Paris' neck. "What's cooking, baby? Smells amazing. Are you going to share?" he asked lightly, even if he was getting a little nervous inside that Paris was about to slam the brakes on all of this and say one night was just one night. Fuck, he didn't know what he was going to do if that was the case.