Act Two.

[somany_stars]

(PERRY is sitting in his and Arthur's room, watching TV. His feet are propped up on a stool, and he's leaning too far back in the chair. You can't see the television, but the lights are on the entire room.)We've been here for a while now. It's weird, but we're getting used to it, I guess. Still no sign of John or Ramon, so I'm happy. Oh, and last

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[abigqueen]

*and at the moment when Jerry Orbach is making some incredibly witty comment, the door will open and Arthur will shuffle in; he's holding his arm very tightly to stay the bleeding, and as soon as he sees that Perry is right there, he will turn a little, to keep it from being obvious that he is bleeding* *without looking at him and also being unable to mask the upset in his voice* Oh, hi.

[somany_stars]

*Perry turns, totally not missing the upset at all, sorry Arthur* What the hell have you been doing? What have you got? Are you sneaking your stash into the house or something?

[abigqueen]

I don't have anything. I just need to clean up. *he turns a little to look at Perry, unfortunately not realising that Perry can now see the blood on his sleeve* I'm going to use the bathroom.

[somany_stars]

*at which Perry jumps up and crosses the room and gets hold of Arthur's arm* What did you do? Tell Buzz that you hate Mary Martin? Let me see. Jesus Christ. *and, as soon as he catches sight of the actual wound, we'll have it once more with feeling* Jesus fucking Christ, Artie.