keep feeding me bedroom eyes (and your tender lies)

[near_your_enemy]

He'd left.

He'd actually left.

N restrained a choked sob, because he was not going to cry about this--that was just stupid.  But something needed to be done, he needed to be somewhere, somewhere away from people.  He needed to--

--fuck, he didn't even know.  He had no idea what he was doing, everything just seemed to be so confusing, unreal.  He

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[goodwithhands]

[ Gevanni was just reading a book on his bed, wearing, surprisingly, something other than his usual suit - plain gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. (he was planning on sleeping, later.)

And then someone was knocking on his door, so he got up, wondering who in the world would come looking for him. Maybe they'd gotten the wrong room...

But when he opens the door, he's surprised to see that it's - N! ]

N?

[ oh, he doesn't look so good... ]

Is something wrong?

[near_your_enemy]

He bites at his lip, shrugging. It's... a bit weird to see Gevanni in anything other than his pristine suit, but not unnatural enough to make him actually stop to think about it.

After the question, N shrugs vaguely, before threading a finger in his hair and glancing off. "I came by. To--make sure that you got the bloodstains out of your suit. I feel bad."

[goodwithhands]

[ he's not that naive; he can tell that something's wrong. but he'll just play along until he can figure it out. ]

...I did. They're gone, now.

[near_your_enemy]

"That's good, at least."

He sniffles for a moment, wiping his face on his sleeve. "May I come in?"