Dead is always dead, that curious absence I've always been able to detect, even from far away. Not a senses thing, because I wasn't online when I first became a cop.
Oh, that's interesting!
Not only that, I think those are rats I hear scrabbling in the basement.
I like how you've taken a standard thing he might hear that others can't and used it as a mood-setter.
"I've been calling all the pharmacies in town. Man, it's amazing how ready they are to give up info on people just on my say-so that I'm with the cops. Well, that and when I leave a message they have to hit the switchboard to reach me, but still—hasn't anybody heard of privacy?"
Daw, so him.
This isn't even about the Sentinel thing—it's just cop work. Maybe he wants to be a cop.
Oh, nice linking there.
Speaking of which, I can hear him next to me. He always is when I wake up from something like this, and I spend a second thanking whoever that I'm not alone anymore. And then I spend about another ten with my eyes squinted shut
<3
Typo: "Yeah, you're wake. That's good. Can you open your eyes?"
Yes, I blink. Maybe a little too firmly, because he gives me a long-suffering look.
hee hee cute!
I feel all of it just fine; I can even feel the tug of the IV brushing against the inside of my vein, which is something I didn't really need to learn what it felt like.
Gah! The hospital stuff is all very detailed and realistic -- partly enjoyable and partly scary.
I hate being feeble like this. I'm starting to hate Sandburg a little, too, for seeing me so helpless. Doctors are okay—you can just walk out and hopefully never see them again. But Sandburg I see every day.
Mm, very convincing masculine mindset.
"They itch something awful," I say, trying to sound as reasonable as possible. "It's been bugging me since I woke up."
...
Blair freezes with his hand where it is, then snatches it back, completely red-faced.
Simon frowns so hard his glasses almost fall off. I can see the steam building up between his ears.
Me, I start laughing.
This whole sequence had me giggling out loud, and it's awesome because it's exactly the sort of borderline thing I can really believe would happen. They just slide right over that line... so naturally! and then the way you write Simon, his attitude and everything, appalled and bugged but not too appalled and bugged, because he too accepts the way they slide over that line all the time, it's so funny and perfect. (And that's definitely a "no-good" way to find out, as requested!)
Typo: "Here?" he says, moving his fingers underneath, and the breathlessness way he says it makes my dick tingle a little.
(some hot in with the silly, there!)
He blows out of there, mumbling about picking up my pajamas and coming back later. I'm worried he thought I was playing with him, that I didn't get how serious this is—that we both feel this way.
Reasonable enough that he would be worried, after Jim was all laughing like that! I like how that and this bit:
I wave him over to the bed, and he takes the chair there. He leans forward, then leans back again, trying to look casual. I have to put him out of his misery.
"Thanks for your help earlier, too," I say. His face pinks up, and he starts to reply, but I interrupt him fast.
very clearly show the side of Blair that gets nervous and looks up to Jim and gets shy with him, which is just as much Blair as the side that bosses Jim around.
I'm wrong about what's made Simon nervous. He turns and says, really serious, "Get better, Jim, all right? I don't like seeing you like this."
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Oh, that's interesting!
Not only that, I think those are rats I hear scrabbling in the basement.
I like how you've taken a standard thing he might hear that others can't and used it as a mood-setter.
"I've been calling all the pharmacies in town. Man, it's amazing how ready they are to give up info on people just on my say-so that I'm with the cops. Well, that and when I leave a message they have to hit the switchboard to reach me, but still—hasn't anybody heard of privacy?"
Daw, so him.
This isn't even about the Sentinel thing—it's just cop work. Maybe he wants to be a cop.
Oh, nice linking there.
Speaking of which, I can hear him next to me. He always is when I wake up from something like this, and I spend a second thanking whoever that I'm not alone anymore. And then I spend about another ten with my eyes squinted shut
<3
Typo: "Yeah, you're wake. That's good. Can you open your eyes?"
Yes, I blink. Maybe a little too firmly, because he gives me a long-suffering look.
hee hee cute!
I feel all of it just fine; I can even feel the tug of the IV brushing against the inside of my vein, which is something I didn't really need to learn what it felt like.
Gah! The hospital stuff is all very detailed and realistic -- partly enjoyable and partly scary.
I hate being feeble like this. I'm starting to hate Sandburg a little, too, for seeing me so helpless. Doctors are okay—you can just walk out and hopefully never see them again. But Sandburg I see every day.
Mm, very convincing masculine mindset.
"They itch something awful," I say, trying to sound as reasonable as possible. "It's been bugging me since I woke up."
...
Blair freezes with his hand where it is, then snatches it back, completely red-faced.
Simon frowns so hard his glasses almost fall off. I can see the steam building up between his ears.
Me, I start laughing.
This whole sequence had me giggling out loud, and it's awesome because it's exactly the sort of borderline thing I can really believe would happen. They just slide right over that line... so naturally! and then the way you write Simon, his attitude and everything, appalled and bugged but not too appalled and bugged, because he too accepts the way they slide over that line all the time, it's so funny and perfect. (And that's definitely a "no-good" way to find out, as requested!)
Typo: "Here?" he says, moving his fingers underneath, and the breathlessness way he says it makes my dick tingle a little.
(some hot in with the silly, there!)
He blows out of there, mumbling about picking up my pajamas and coming back later. I'm worried he thought I was playing with him, that I didn't get how serious this is—that we both feel this way.
Reasonable enough that he would be worried, after Jim was all laughing like that! I like how that and this bit:
I wave him over to the bed, and he takes the chair there. He leans forward, then leans back again, trying to look casual. I have to put him out of his misery.
"Thanks for your help earlier, too," I say. His face pinks up, and he starts to reply, but I interrupt him fast.
very clearly show the side of Blair that gets nervous and looks up to Jim and gets shy with him, which is just as much Blair as the side that bosses Jim around.
I'm wrong about what's made Simon nervous. He turns and says, really serious, "Get better, Jim, all right? I don't like seeing you like this."
"I'll be back on my feet in no time, Simon."
Awwwww.
At least, he makes me want to be.
AWWW.