Once again, it seemed Griff had the room all to his lonesome. It wasn't a rare thing, but it was one he often failed to take advantage of, being far too forgetful about the ashes and liquor bottles on his pillow.

So, when he realized Karev wasn't meant to return, Griff decided to take the opportunity to bounce mightily on Karev's bed.

With his ( Read more... )

It felt kind of wrong, but Griff hoped Karev was too injured to be pissed about what had happened the night before. When he'd realized the mess they'd gotten into with the stupid fight and the fear of ending up stuck in prison when the cops discovered he was some missing orphan, Griff had grabbed his roommate and jumped back to the Portalocity ( Read more... )

Griff returned to the room very late in the evening, tired but content. He'd spent the day with Sam and Consuelo, sharing a few non-horrifying stories of his life in Fandom, blushing at their questions about his new friends, and trying to catch up on everything that had happened since the spring ( Read more... )

Following his usual long practice on the beach, Griffin had a few of his own phone calls to make. He hunkered down on his bed and dialed Sam's number. A few moments later he was asking for his favorite aunt and covertly arranging a meeting with Sam and Consuelo for later in the week ( Read more... )

It was wet and muggy out, so Griff decided to be a lazy ass and teleport to town for some coffee. Settling on his bed in completely dry clothes, he decided it had been worth it and hung himself half off the side to find a book to read ( Read more... )

Griff was feeling really damned good after classes. Yes, he was ignoring last night's whole discussion of getting laid, thanks. Taking art with a teacher who appeared actively interested in his abilities and defense with two admittedly dodgy looking fellows who were, again, interested in him as a student ( Read more... )

It was a relief having the more insane of his three classes concluded for the summer. Griff still felt far from Awesome, a pretty terrible cook, and not very likely to bypass life's quirks, but he felt like he could totally drive a car now ( Read more... )

Night light acquired and awkward outing with the reserves taken care of, Griff returned to his room with a fresh coffee and a box of band-aids ( Read more... )

Griff had known sleep was a bad idea, but his mind had been awake far too long to listen to him. He'd drifted shallowly at first; comfortable in his bed in 220 until the dream swallowed him. ( And in the end, he jumped himself awake. )

After nearly three days of sleeping, when he finally woke up, the first thing Griff noticed was the serious amount of pain in his back and neck and...okay maybe all over covered it better. His limbs woke quickly once he started moving to get up off the floor, noting the damp spot where his face had been ( Read more... )