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[butchjockjosh]

A buzzing noise intrudes on Josh's afternoon nap, making him twitch and cling to the dream he's having. Jerking awake, he stumbles out of bed, lurches into the dresser and stubbs his toe. Whoozy and disorientated he grits his teeth against the pain and leans his head against the wall, trying to get his heart rate back down to normal. The noise has

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[nic_stark]

"Is that any way to talk to someone who has not only brought pad thai to stuff down your gob, but," Nic juggles the bags in his hands, "educational material for your viewing pleasure?"

It took the drive from DBY to Josh's place to get rid of the residual jitters (Nic can't think of a better word for how Bill and Keira made him feel), and now he's here, Nic grins, relaxed.

"Let me in, you wanker."

[butchjockjosh]

Shaking his head in amused resignation, Josh hits the door entry and retreats to his bedroom to find his glasses. He pulls on a t-shirt and scans every surface. Finally, he spots a glint of light on the chair by the window

[nic_stark]

"You," Nic snickers, "look like your beauty sleep was very definitely interrupted, with the sticky-uppy hair and the goggles."

Actually Nic thinks that Josh looks ten different kinds of adorable with his specs on, but, uh, nevermind. He balances his plate - he can never get used to the american eating-out-of-the-carton thing - and his beer, and scoops up the bag in his other hand to head to the little living room.

If it can be called that. But there is a couch, and there is a table for his feet, and after Nic's swallowed his first five mouthfuls, he puts the fork down.

"Fuck I'm hungry. I got up at six and I haven't eaten. What've you been doing?"

[butchjockjosh]

"Sleeping." Josh grabs the cartons and settles them on the coffee table before sliding onto the couch, eyeing Nic's plate with amusement.

Josh grabs one of the cartons and prods at the noddles with a fork. "Been around. Not working much, but that's cool. My sister's coming to visit again." He sighs and stretches, his joints cracking. "Better. So, what's in the bag that's gotten you all flighty?"