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Mar. 5th, 2023 02:28 amunderyourskinHey, dude. You gotta minute? Need to pick your brain. Don't worry if you're tied up with Justin.
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Mar. 5th, 2023 02:28 amunderyourskinunderyourskinWho: Jude Willis and Winston Slater
What: "Now you're in my life, I can't get you off my mind"
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
Despite the heartbreaking mess that had them all converging in Sydney, Jude felt surreally content after his lengthy unexpected deep-and-meaningful chat with Reecy. Since Jude had returned to New York following his stint overseas with Doctors Without Borders, he and Reecy had resumed a friendship he truly valued because he always thought she was so wise and compassionate, he highly respected her not just as a person, but as a successful woman who always had the backs of the people she loved, no questions asked. He was glad he got to still call himself one of them after everything went so wrong with their romantic relationship which ultimately was mostly down to being incompatible, at the end of the day. And all that now led him to this very new, but very exciting, romance with her BFF (or as Reecy called him, her BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF x infinity), Winston. The chat gave him so much food for thought, especially about Jude's insecurities of putting his heart on the line again and how much he wanted all this to work out, but especially in a sense of not repeating past errors with Winston that ended his relationship with Reecy.
It was the very early hours of the morning when he tiptoed back to the bed he was sharing with Winston here at the investment beachhouse on Sydney Harbour owned by Justin and Sasha. It was sprawling and luxurious enough that also staying there with them was Kyan and Reecy, Trey and Ash, Arian and Chance, with bedrooms still leftover. Winston had been battling another bad migraine triggered by the long-haul flight from New York and it had yet again knocked him. Jude was learning how Winston managed his chronic migraine condition and what he needed when one took him down. Winston was still out for the count when Jude went back to bed.
He crashed out for a few hours himself before he was woken by the urge to take a leak. This time, when he padded back into the bedroom from the attached ensuite bathroom, sliding back into bed to spoon Winston and snuggle into his back, Winston shifted with a muffled mostly-still-asleep hum of recognition. Jude tucked his arm more snugly around Winston's waist. "You're awake," he murmured, kissing Winston's back. "It's okay, babe. Go back to sleep. Nothing to get up for. Just rest."
What: "Now you're in my life, I can't get you off my mind"
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
Despite the heartbreaking mess that had them all converging in Sydney, Jude felt surreally content after his lengthy unexpected deep-and-meaningful chat with Reecy. Since Jude had returned to New York following his stint overseas with Doctors Without Borders, he and Reecy had resumed a friendship he truly valued because he always thought she was so wise and compassionate, he highly respected her not just as a person, but as a successful woman who always had the backs of the people she loved, no questions asked. He was glad he got to still call himself one of them after everything went so wrong with their romantic relationship which ultimately was mostly down to being incompatible, at the end of the day. And all that now led him to this very new, but very exciting, romance with her BFF (or as Reecy called him, her BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF x infinity), Winston. The chat gave him so much food for thought, especially about Jude's insecurities of putting his heart on the line again and how much he wanted all this to work out, but especially in a sense of not repeating past errors with Winston that ended his relationship with Reecy.
It was the very early hours of the morning when he tiptoed back to the bed he was sharing with Winston here at the investment beachhouse on Sydney Harbour owned by Justin and Sasha. It was sprawling and luxurious enough that also staying there with them was Kyan and Reecy, Trey and Ash, Arian and Chance, with bedrooms still leftover. Winston had been battling another bad migraine triggered by the long-haul flight from New York and it had yet again knocked him. Jude was learning how Winston managed his chronic migraine condition and what he needed when one took him down. Winston was still out for the count when Jude went back to bed.
He crashed out for a few hours himself before he was woken by the urge to take a leak. This time, when he padded back into the bedroom from the attached ensuite bathroom, sliding back into bed to spoon Winston and snuggle into his back, Winston shifted with a muffled mostly-still-asleep hum of recognition. Jude tucked his arm more snugly around Winston's waist. "You're awake," he murmured, kissing Winston's back. "It's okay, babe. Go back to sleep. Nothing to get up for. Just rest."
headingforsomethingWho: Reecy Chester-Wilson and Jude Willis
What: Late Night Deep-and-Meaningfuls
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
The night sky was clear and covered in stars while the near-full moon cast a glittery streak across the surface of the ocean in the distance. There was something about the Australia sky that just seemed so much more crisp, clear, and fresh than Reecy had ever seen in her home country. She had a soft spot in her heart for this place, considering her baby brother in every way but blood was half-Australian. Though, some days, Justin seemed 100% Aussie. It had only really been since his real birth mother appeared that it was obvious how much of her genes he also shared. It was common for people to say Justin was Mark all over, which he was in so many ways, but you could see Alexis in his looks and there was no doubt all his musical and artistic talent came from her. Reecy thought Alexis was amazing and absolutely stunning. She wished she'd been able to spend more time with her and the way they would come to do that now was awful and made Reecy's stomach hurt far beyond even what the morning sickness was doing.
She picked up her wine glass and took a sip of the pretty decent non-alcoholic prosecco, trying to let the peaceful view of the ocean and beach beyond the backyard fence calm her. It wasn't really working. Her heavy heart was struggling with the enormity of knowing she had to try to visit Justin - and Sash - in the hospital tomorrow. It was unclear how his condition was and he didn't want visitors, though Justin's grandmother called her earlier and told her that Sash's mother was finally able to get to the hospital after all the covid roadblocks and Justin hadn't turned her away like he had been with everyone else. Right at this moment, even at this late hour, Mrs Stanford was still with both boys so no one really knew if she had any success breaching Justin's severe depression and grief trying to deal with the consequences of the car crash and hearing his dad had fallen off the booze wagon. Reecy was so worried about him. But she was also conscious she wasn't a blood relative and that trying to push Justin when he wasn't capable mentally or emotionally seeing people. He only ever shut down like this when he was having a severe episode with his bipolar or C-PTSD.
Further along the upper floor balcony where she had been sitting alone with her thoughts, she heard one of the glass doors slide up and Jude stepped out in just a pair of boxers and went over to lean on the railing, taking in a deep long breath and letting it out slowly. "How's the patient?" she asked, hoping she wouldn't startle him when he spotted her sitting there alone with only the moon and some fairy lights strung over the railing for light. "You look like you need a drink but I can't offer you anything with a kick, I'm afraid but it's as close to the real deal as you can get."
What: Late Night Deep-and-Meaningfuls
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
The night sky was clear and covered in stars while the near-full moon cast a glittery streak across the surface of the ocean in the distance. There was something about the Australia sky that just seemed so much more crisp, clear, and fresh than Reecy had ever seen in her home country. She had a soft spot in her heart for this place, considering her baby brother in every way but blood was half-Australian. Though, some days, Justin seemed 100% Aussie. It had only really been since his real birth mother appeared that it was obvious how much of her genes he also shared. It was common for people to say Justin was Mark all over, which he was in so many ways, but you could see Alexis in his looks and there was no doubt all his musical and artistic talent came from her. Reecy thought Alexis was amazing and absolutely stunning. She wished she'd been able to spend more time with her and the way they would come to do that now was awful and made Reecy's stomach hurt far beyond even what the morning sickness was doing.
She picked up her wine glass and took a sip of the pretty decent non-alcoholic prosecco, trying to let the peaceful view of the ocean and beach beyond the backyard fence calm her. It wasn't really working. Her heavy heart was struggling with the enormity of knowing she had to try to visit Justin - and Sash - in the hospital tomorrow. It was unclear how his condition was and he didn't want visitors, though Justin's grandmother called her earlier and told her that Sash's mother was finally able to get to the hospital after all the covid roadblocks and Justin hadn't turned her away like he had been with everyone else. Right at this moment, even at this late hour, Mrs Stanford was still with both boys so no one really knew if she had any success breaching Justin's severe depression and grief trying to deal with the consequences of the car crash and hearing his dad had fallen off the booze wagon. Reecy was so worried about him. But she was also conscious she wasn't a blood relative and that trying to push Justin when he wasn't capable mentally or emotionally seeing people. He only ever shut down like this when he was having a severe episode with his bipolar or C-PTSD.
Further along the upper floor balcony where she had been sitting alone with her thoughts, she heard one of the glass doors slide up and Jude stepped out in just a pair of boxers and went over to lean on the railing, taking in a deep long breath and letting it out slowly. "How's the patient?" she asked, hoping she wouldn't startle him when he spotted her sitting there alone with only the moon and some fairy lights strung over the railing for light. "You look like you need a drink but I can't offer you anything with a kick, I'm afraid but it's as close to the real deal as you can get."
"Drunk talks, then drunk sleeps."
Oct. 24th, 2022 09:18 pmwriteyourownendingWho: Winston Slater and Jude Willis
What: First date fails
Where: The Library Hotel, NYC
When: After this
Jude was quickly reminded how much of a lightweight Winston was. He had only seen Winston drunk a collective twice in the entire time he had known him. He usually stuck to a couple of light beers, if he drank at all. Mostly, he had been the designated driver. But after sharing a bottle of prosecco with dinner, followed by a glass of wine with dessert, they went to the hotel’s rooftop bar for ‘literary inspired cocktails’. They got swept up in conversation and views of the city, losing track of how many they were having.
Winston had just been telling him a story about the time he was hit on by a pretty famous female popstar when he was interviewing her for the magazine he was working for at the time. Jude was hooked on every word. Not because he was interested in the popstar who sounded like she got too handsy for her own good but because he had discovered over the course of the last few hours that he really loved listening to Winston talk. He was softly spoken and eloquent, and Jude loved how descriptive he was when he told stories. He was also insightful and clearly had a deep wisdom that came from being a quiet observer of the world. He had always know Winston was a nice guy but this being the first time he had really had a deep one-on-one with him that didn’t involve — or was about — Reecy, Jude was noticing so much about him he missed just being the boyfriend of Winston’s best friend.
Winston’s curls were blowing softly in the breeze where they sitting at a corner table of the exterior bar and Jude took in the way his nose scrunched and his dimples were so prominent when he laughed as he described the way he had to dodge the popstar’s wandering hands with a strategically placed notebook over his lap. They were sitting close enough that their legs were touching and when Jude had placed his hand on Winston’s knee, Winston wrapped his around it and laced their fingers together. It was beyond nice to have that romantic physical touch with someone again after so long. It was just a bonus that it was with someone so gorgeous. Jude couldn’t take his eyes off him. He laughed with him, shaking his head. “You’re probably one of the only bi or straight dudes in the world who would’ve turned down her advances, you know. Some people would’ve actually paid a fortune to be on the receiving end. Look at that time a date with Justin was auctioned off for charity. Some rich tycoon paid literally millions for his daughter to win it, nothing more than a couple of hours in his presence. See? Fame. It’s nuts.”
Scrunching his nose up, Winston laughed again. Or, considering he was more than a little tipsy now, it came out more like a giggle-snort. “She’s really not my type.” He shrugged, taking the last mouthful of his cocktail and placed the glass down on the table in front of them. He ran his tongue over his lips, the sweetness of the elaborate mixology of different spirits that he couldn’t name if he tried. Keeping track of what he was drinking stopped a good few rounds ago. He was pretty much already, as Justin would say, half-cut from the shared bottle of prosecco over dinner. The thing was, even if he was comfortable earlier in the evening and easily relaxed into the night once it was evident it wouldn’t be awkward spending time alone together with Jude, he was still an introvert and things like first dates didn’t come easily to him. Drinks were always something to do with your hands. At least, besides the fact they had been holding hands for awhile now. That was way nicer than toying with the stem of a glass as they talked. His eyes turned back to Jude and he leaned in a little closer, and with a burst of boldness, suggested, “Should we go to the room now? It’s getting a little crowded and noisy here. I kinda just want you to myself for awhile. I’m not ready for this to stop yet. Unless you are…?”
“Me either,” Jude replied without any hesitation, even if he was surprised it was Winston to make the first move with that. He really thought he would’ve been the one to suggest moving things to the room they were checked into but Winston continued to take him pleasantly by surprise at every turn with this date. He rose from his seat and offered his hand to Winston to help him up, giving his pocket the required quick pat to make sure he had his wallet, phone, and keys before they left the bar.
( Even with the helping hand, as soon as Winston stood up, the alcohol went straight to his head and he stumbled a little but Jude easily caught him with secure arm around his waist... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: First date fails
Where: The Library Hotel, NYC
When: After this
Jude was quickly reminded how much of a lightweight Winston was. He had only seen Winston drunk a collective twice in the entire time he had known him. He usually stuck to a couple of light beers, if he drank at all. Mostly, he had been the designated driver. But after sharing a bottle of prosecco with dinner, followed by a glass of wine with dessert, they went to the hotel’s rooftop bar for ‘literary inspired cocktails’. They got swept up in conversation and views of the city, losing track of how many they were having.
Winston had just been telling him a story about the time he was hit on by a pretty famous female popstar when he was interviewing her for the magazine he was working for at the time. Jude was hooked on every word. Not because he was interested in the popstar who sounded like she got too handsy for her own good but because he had discovered over the course of the last few hours that he really loved listening to Winston talk. He was softly spoken and eloquent, and Jude loved how descriptive he was when he told stories. He was also insightful and clearly had a deep wisdom that came from being a quiet observer of the world. He had always know Winston was a nice guy but this being the first time he had really had a deep one-on-one with him that didn’t involve — or was about — Reecy, Jude was noticing so much about him he missed just being the boyfriend of Winston’s best friend.
Winston’s curls were blowing softly in the breeze where they sitting at a corner table of the exterior bar and Jude took in the way his nose scrunched and his dimples were so prominent when he laughed as he described the way he had to dodge the popstar’s wandering hands with a strategically placed notebook over his lap. They were sitting close enough that their legs were touching and when Jude had placed his hand on Winston’s knee, Winston wrapped his around it and laced their fingers together. It was beyond nice to have that romantic physical touch with someone again after so long. It was just a bonus that it was with someone so gorgeous. Jude couldn’t take his eyes off him. He laughed with him, shaking his head. “You’re probably one of the only bi or straight dudes in the world who would’ve turned down her advances, you know. Some people would’ve actually paid a fortune to be on the receiving end. Look at that time a date with Justin was auctioned off for charity. Some rich tycoon paid literally millions for his daughter to win it, nothing more than a couple of hours in his presence. See? Fame. It’s nuts.”
Scrunching his nose up, Winston laughed again. Or, considering he was more than a little tipsy now, it came out more like a giggle-snort. “She’s really not my type.” He shrugged, taking the last mouthful of his cocktail and placed the glass down on the table in front of them. He ran his tongue over his lips, the sweetness of the elaborate mixology of different spirits that he couldn’t name if he tried. Keeping track of what he was drinking stopped a good few rounds ago. He was pretty much already, as Justin would say, half-cut from the shared bottle of prosecco over dinner. The thing was, even if he was comfortable earlier in the evening and easily relaxed into the night once it was evident it wouldn’t be awkward spending time alone together with Jude, he was still an introvert and things like first dates didn’t come easily to him. Drinks were always something to do with your hands. At least, besides the fact they had been holding hands for awhile now. That was way nicer than toying with the stem of a glass as they talked. His eyes turned back to Jude and he leaned in a little closer, and with a burst of boldness, suggested, “Should we go to the room now? It’s getting a little crowded and noisy here. I kinda just want you to myself for awhile. I’m not ready for this to stop yet. Unless you are…?”
“Me either,” Jude replied without any hesitation, even if he was surprised it was Winston to make the first move with that. He really thought he would’ve been the one to suggest moving things to the room they were checked into but Winston continued to take him pleasantly by surprise at every turn with this date. He rose from his seat and offered his hand to Winston to help him up, giving his pocket the required quick pat to make sure he had his wallet, phone, and keys before they left the bar.
( Even with the helping hand, as soon as Winston stood up, the alcohol went straight to his head and he stumbled a little but Jude easily caught him with secure arm around his waist... )
LOG, COMPLETE
underyourskinWho: Jude Willis and Winston Slater
What: The start of something
Where: The Library Hotel, NYC
When: After this and this
When they got out of the cab together, Winston couldn’t help but smile when Jude took his hand to lead him to wherever they were going to have dinner. He was going into this without any preconceived notions of what to expect. The best way to go about it was to leave the past in the past. It was gone, it was ancient history. He knew Jude wasn’t the same person anymore and he wouldn’t hold his past mistakes against him. What was the point in that? The point of the date was to get closer and get to know each other as they were now. Winston didn’t have any apprehensions going into it but he had been nervous since they locked in the date at lunch with Reecy the other day and she jabbed them both in the buttcheek with her Cupid’s arrow, hoping for the best.
Eventually, after leading Winston a little way up the block, Jude stopped and gestured to the place he chose. “Here we go! The Library Hotel,” he told Winston with a grin.
“The Library Hotel… this is where you picked for our date?” Winston looked up at the frontage and then back to Jude with a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t we having dinner, or…?”
( Jude shook his head, waving his hand... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: The start of something
Where: The Library Hotel, NYC
When: After this and this
When they got out of the cab together, Winston couldn’t help but smile when Jude took his hand to lead him to wherever they were going to have dinner. He was going into this without any preconceived notions of what to expect. The best way to go about it was to leave the past in the past. It was gone, it was ancient history. He knew Jude wasn’t the same person anymore and he wouldn’t hold his past mistakes against him. What was the point in that? The point of the date was to get closer and get to know each other as they were now. Winston didn’t have any apprehensions going into it but he had been nervous since they locked in the date at lunch with Reecy the other day and she jabbed them both in the buttcheek with her Cupid’s arrow, hoping for the best.
Eventually, after leading Winston a little way up the block, Jude stopped and gestured to the place he chose. “Here we go! The Library Hotel,” he told Winston with a grin.
“The Library Hotel… this is where you picked for our date?” Winston looked up at the frontage and then back to Jude with a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t we having dinner, or…?”
( Jude shook his head, waving his hand... )
LOG, COMPLETE
"Cupid is a real straight shooter."
Jul. 2nd, 2022 03:14 amunderyourskinWho: Jude Willis, Winston Slater and Reecy Chester-Wilson
What: Cupid being a cheeky bitch
Where: Greenwich Village, NYC
When: A few days after this
Jude hadn't thought much into it when Reecy shot him a text and invited him for coffee. Sure, there was a lot of water under that particular bridge but a lot of time had passed too and Jude had reestablished himself with life back in New York after volunteering in Africa. It was the best thing he could've done to get his life together again and he could only thank Reecy forever loving him. She taught him a lot of valuable lessons about life and what he wanted out of it. He knew she was happily married to Kyan now and he couldn't be happier for them. They really were perfect for each other. He hoped he could find his perfect match one day too but that seemed a far way off considering he was working his ass off at the hospital and studying his Masters in Nursing. If nothing else, at least he was nailing his career more than he ever could've anticipated.
Things were pretty cool between them him and Reecy now and they'd had coffee together a handful of times since he came back to New York to get his shit together. He'd had a busy shift at work but chilling with coffee seemed like a nice idea. He didn't have much of anything else on his schedule, save for taking care of Holly the following week so Lewis and Lorenzo could have a night away together. After managing to contract covid three times since the start of the pandemic from working in a high-risk setting. It had taught him to remember to pause and enjoy life sometimes, especially with friends and family.
After his shift, he took a shower and changed into some clean scrubs because his place was too out of the way to duck home for a change of clothes. He was tired but he had always struggled to fall asleep easily after nights so may as well eat until the sleepiness kicked in. When he arrived at the cafe Reecy chose, the first thing he noticed was that she wasn't alone. She had Winston with her. "Hey, buddy. It's great to see you again. I didn't realise you were coming today. How's the head been since the awful migraine? It's nice to see you've got colour back in your cheeks," he noted, dropping into the spare seat at their table. "I was going to give you a call to make sure you bounced back okay after it but I didn't want you to think I was a stalker," he joked, grinning.
What: Cupid being a cheeky bitch
Where: Greenwich Village, NYC
When: A few days after this
Jude hadn't thought much into it when Reecy shot him a text and invited him for coffee. Sure, there was a lot of water under that particular bridge but a lot of time had passed too and Jude had reestablished himself with life back in New York after volunteering in Africa. It was the best thing he could've done to get his life together again and he could only thank Reecy forever loving him. She taught him a lot of valuable lessons about life and what he wanted out of it. He knew she was happily married to Kyan now and he couldn't be happier for them. They really were perfect for each other. He hoped he could find his perfect match one day too but that seemed a far way off considering he was working his ass off at the hospital and studying his Masters in Nursing. If nothing else, at least he was nailing his career more than he ever could've anticipated.
Things were pretty cool between them him and Reecy now and they'd had coffee together a handful of times since he came back to New York to get his shit together. He'd had a busy shift at work but chilling with coffee seemed like a nice idea. He didn't have much of anything else on his schedule, save for taking care of Holly the following week so Lewis and Lorenzo could have a night away together. After managing to contract covid three times since the start of the pandemic from working in a high-risk setting. It had taught him to remember to pause and enjoy life sometimes, especially with friends and family.
After his shift, he took a shower and changed into some clean scrubs because his place was too out of the way to duck home for a change of clothes. He was tired but he had always struggled to fall asleep easily after nights so may as well eat until the sleepiness kicked in. When he arrived at the cafe Reecy chose, the first thing he noticed was that she wasn't alone. She had Winston with her. "Hey, buddy. It's great to see you again. I didn't realise you were coming today. How's the head been since the awful migraine? It's nice to see you've got colour back in your cheeks," he noted, dropping into the spare seat at their table. "I was going to give you a call to make sure you bounced back okay after it but I didn't want you to think I was a stalker," he joked, grinning.
"All my old friends are my best."
Nov. 8th, 2018 01:15 amunderyourskinWho: Jude Willis and Lorenzo Chevalier
What: Biting the very necessary and overdue bullet
Where: Lorenzo & Lewis' Home, NYC
When: After this
Jude decided to take Reecy's advise to just go and see Lorenzo without waiting for him to make the first move, it just took him a little bit to get the balls to face it. He was scared Lorenzo would hate him and be pissed off at him for a very long time. Perhaps even demote him as Holly's godfather, which would devastate him. But he knew it was better to bite the bullet and start the healing process with his BFF. Far too much time had passed, but it was better late than never.
He was also worried Holly wouldn't remember him. She probably wouldn't. She had still been a baby when he left. She was a toddler now but had so many amazing people in her life that loved her, she might not need him. Again, not enough to give into feeling chicken shit and not come. Waiting longer whilst he was now established back in New York would only make it worse and prove everything he didn't want to be anymore.
Nursing a large pink plush unicorn, he rang the doorbell of Lorenzo and Lewis' home. They no longer lived in an apartment. Apparently, they had bought something a little bigger just a block away from where Clint, Lincoln, Angela and Lexie lived. So much had changed while he had been gone, it was taking time for him to catch his breath returning.
What: Biting the very necessary and overdue bullet
Where: Lorenzo & Lewis' Home, NYC
When: After this
Jude decided to take Reecy's advise to just go and see Lorenzo without waiting for him to make the first move, it just took him a little bit to get the balls to face it. He was scared Lorenzo would hate him and be pissed off at him for a very long time. Perhaps even demote him as Holly's godfather, which would devastate him. But he knew it was better to bite the bullet and start the healing process with his BFF. Far too much time had passed, but it was better late than never.
He was also worried Holly wouldn't remember him. She probably wouldn't. She had still been a baby when he left. She was a toddler now but had so many amazing people in her life that loved her, she might not need him. Again, not enough to give into feeling chicken shit and not come. Waiting longer whilst he was now established back in New York would only make it worse and prove everything he didn't want to be anymore.
Nursing a large pink plush unicorn, he rang the doorbell of Lorenzo and Lewis' home. They no longer lived in an apartment. Apparently, they had bought something a little bigger just a block away from where Clint, Lincoln, Angela and Lexie lived. So much had changed while he had been gone, it was taking time for him to catch his breath returning.
"Exes and ohs..."
Nov. 3rd, 2018 11:54 pmheadingforsomethingWho: Reecy Chester-Wilson and Jude Willis
What: Faces from the past
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Friday
Reecy had just spent a bit of time visiting Justin, at least until he had fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation. Luckily, as his honorary big sister, she was used to that with him so she knew it had nothing to do with her conversation skills. He looked better than when she last saw him when she drove him up for his appointment at Four Winds and he was agitated and stressed to the point he had jumped out of his skin when she put her hand on his arm right before he lost his shit at her. She knew that had nothing to do with her either and she was so relieved to see how well the ketamine was working. It was the quickest she had seen him recover from a mood flare-up in a long time. He was almost back to his normal self, save for now being covered in a rash and sleepy. She adored catching up with him, especially hearing that the cards had been put on the table for the possibility of him touring. It was incredible for a kid who, just a couple of months before, was restrained to a hospital bed on a closed ward on suicide watch after relapsing with Ice use.
She stepped out of the elevator shooting Kyan a text to make sure he had woken up for his doctor's appointment with her dad. He had a wardrobe malfunction on stage the night before and pulled a groin muscle in the last act. Not that anyone knew that because the show must go on and all that. The way he came off stage after curtain call, Reecy thought he'd been stabbed or something. Needless to say, there was no sex last night but he did earn the uncomfortable reward of an icepack near the dick in December after they got home. Trey was going to drive him to the appointment and Reecy was just reassuring her hubby again that she was pretty sure you couldn't actually sprain a dick even if he was getting sympathetic muscle pain in the general area around it. Boys and their penises.
That was the thought in her head when she suddenly stopped short in the hospital foyer, mouth dropping open. For a moment, she was sure she had been seeing things, but she still double-backed to make sure. She hadn't been seeing things. "Jude!" she gasped, both at seeing him and seeing how well he looked. Like, hipster-level well. He made hipster look good. She was going to quit life if he told her he had turned Vegan and was living on smashed avo, though. "Holy shit. I didn't know you were back. Uh... I didn't even know where you were, to be honest. Shit, um... how are you? You look well." She didn't know if she should offer an awkward hug but instead, pushed her sunglasses up onto her head instead of onto her face where they had been poised as she hit send on her text to Kyan.
What: Faces from the past
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Friday
Reecy had just spent a bit of time visiting Justin, at least until he had fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation. Luckily, as his honorary big sister, she was used to that with him so she knew it had nothing to do with her conversation skills. He looked better than when she last saw him when she drove him up for his appointment at Four Winds and he was agitated and stressed to the point he had jumped out of his skin when she put her hand on his arm right before he lost his shit at her. She knew that had nothing to do with her either and she was so relieved to see how well the ketamine was working. It was the quickest she had seen him recover from a mood flare-up in a long time. He was almost back to his normal self, save for now being covered in a rash and sleepy. She adored catching up with him, especially hearing that the cards had been put on the table for the possibility of him touring. It was incredible for a kid who, just a couple of months before, was restrained to a hospital bed on a closed ward on suicide watch after relapsing with Ice use.
She stepped out of the elevator shooting Kyan a text to make sure he had woken up for his doctor's appointment with her dad. He had a wardrobe malfunction on stage the night before and pulled a groin muscle in the last act. Not that anyone knew that because the show must go on and all that. The way he came off stage after curtain call, Reecy thought he'd been stabbed or something. Needless to say, there was no sex last night but he did earn the uncomfortable reward of an icepack near the dick in December after they got home. Trey was going to drive him to the appointment and Reecy was just reassuring her hubby again that she was pretty sure you couldn't actually sprain a dick even if he was getting sympathetic muscle pain in the general area around it. Boys and their penises.
That was the thought in her head when she suddenly stopped short in the hospital foyer, mouth dropping open. For a moment, she was sure she had been seeing things, but she still double-backed to make sure. She hadn't been seeing things. "Jude!" she gasped, both at seeing him and seeing how well he looked. Like, hipster-level well. He made hipster look good. She was going to quit life if he told her he had turned Vegan and was living on smashed avo, though. "Holy shit. I didn't know you were back. Uh... I didn't even know where you were, to be honest. Shit, um... how are you? You look well." She didn't know if she should offer an awkward hug but instead, pushed her sunglasses up onto her head instead of onto her face where they had been poised as she hit send on her text to Kyan.