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[breakaleginhalf]

Hey, it's Gil. Either I haven't got my phone on me, OR I'm actively ignoring you. Text me if it's important, try harder if you're dying. TEXT | VOICE | VIDEO | ACTION

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[ablativeholopleather]

Wayne hadn't even realized that Gil had acquired a roommate (much less that he himself had met said roommate and found her utterly delightful). Hopefully she didn't come back in just now to see this frankly alarming scene...

With the bottle out of sight, Wayne is better able to articulate the sheer amount of alarm. Just, not immediately. For now he lets his hands be taken but doesn't reciprocate, simply following the urging to get him onto the couch instead. He ends up curled there with his arms crossed tight across his body, eyes down on the knees of his jumpsuit.

"Sorry," he says quietly after a good minute of trying to force himself to come down. "Sorry, that's- I just- ...don't. Don't drink that, okay?"

[breakaleginhalf]

Gil stays patiently next to him the entire time, letting a hand rest on Wayne's back when he curls in on himself, but not pushing any further while he's so distressed.

It's frustrating how immediately that makes him want to drink it. But he also leans in a bit closer, resting more of his arm on Wayne's back as he puts the other hand on his knee. "Okay. You don't have to be sorry."

[ablativeholopleather]

He feels gross and guilty that he immediately chose to come to Gil when he felt this terrible, knowing that he can feel it so acutely, but he trusts Gil. He cares about him and knows he would want to know when something is wrong and out of anyone he knows, he's sure that Gil will listen and be able to understand where he's coming from without a lot of couching in terms that Wayne can never be sure that he's using properly.

A long, slightly shaky breath, and he relaxes enough to lean back into the couch, one hand tentatively wrapping around Gil's with his thumb dragging back and forth across the space between scars.

"I should...I should explain. Give me a second." As if Gil wasn't already being plenty patient with him. "I never really talked about some stuff. A lot of stuff, actually. It's just more to do with Gibby and the shit he did to us.

"That stuff's poolwine," he starts, pulling a face even as it leaves his lips. "It's. They used to- They fed it to the larvae. It turned them into monsters."