Blood for blood.

[runningred]

Jay opens his door and tossed the suitcase aside. Nothing in there that can't wait. For once, Jay's room is in immaculate order, clearly cleaned and packed up before he went away.

He shrugs off his shirt and waistcoat to reveal his heavily bandaged chest. There are boot prints bruised into his skin and deep cuts and shallow scratches. All and all, he's a mess.

"Thank you for this." He kicks off his shoes and sits on the edge of the bed.

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[runningred]

Jay holds his eye for a moment, resting a hand on Eric's arm. "If you go before I see you next, don't make my mistake. Don't miss."

It's as close to stay safe as he can say right now.

[onceaviking]

"I won't," Eric says, quietly.

And then he turns away to get dressed so he can leave.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't bother. He could do with the some sleep. "Let Pam know to find me, if she needs anything done on the house."

He doesn't make any move to stop Eric leaving.

[onceaviking]

"I'll do that," Eric says as he does up his jeans.

"Goodbye Jay."

And then he is gone.

[runningred]

Jay grumbles and flops back into the bed before remembering the sheets desperately need changing. Why does he surrounded himself with people who communicate as badly as his own family?

{ooc: thank you! That was fun, and impressive even for them.}