the things that go bump in the night that you can't see

[campjesus]

Brooklyn smells like urine and sadness. It's a smell he was starting to forget; L.A. more often smells like smog and, depending on where he is, the ocean. He hates Brooklyn; he loves Brooklyn. Such is the catch-22 of his life

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[fireburned]

He's been out and wandering for awhile, restless but unwilling to deal with his own problems yet. He catches the tail end of Brody when he enters Stigmata, not by sight but by the smell of the boy's blood. He follows, entering shortly after Brody disappears and settling down on the floor next to the cupboard.

Only then, when he's settled and everything is silent again, does he knock on on the wood softly.

[campjesus]

"Go away," comes the muffled response.

And then, a beat later, because it's Brody: "Please."

[fireburned]

Harvestman greets this with silence for awhile, not moving, not leaving. He stretches his legs out and folds them back cross-legged, making just enough noise to indicate he's still there.

"I was hoping," he says quietly, "To show you my dog, Professor."

[campjesus]

There's another long stretch of silence. He wants to just sit here and ignore him--which is nothing personal, he'd feel the same regardless of who was out there, except maybe Alex, for whom he'd come rushing out just in case something was wrong--but... he's still Brody, despite his best efforts, and thus it is virtually impossible for him to maintain such a facade of jerxitude. Also, it's really hot under here. He finally pushes the door open a crack.