Looking out for a friend...

[runningred]

Jay steps out onto the veranda, letting to cool night air embrace him. "So," He asks, not looking back over his shoulder to see if Eric's following. "What are you in the mood for?"

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[onceaviking]

"Yes, I do," Eric says.
"And we are not going to talk about this any more."

He's half of a mind to glamour Jay, rules be damned.
He's not even sure why he told him.

Execpet that he needed to tell someone.

[runningred]

Jay stops where he is at the rebuke, sighing with frustration. "Fine. Just... watch your back, okay."

He turns to walk away, teeth gritted. Most nights he can deal with it but tonight Eric's coldness is pissing him off.

[onceaviking]

"We won't because I can't ."

It's a snarl. And the next is said so softly, it is hardly audible.
"I keep seeing her face."

[runningred]

Jay stops and drops his eyes, counting back from ten to clear his head. "Eric, I've built faith around the idea that vengeance will bring to peace. I don't know if it will be true for me but I hope it's true for you. I really do."

[onceaviking]

This time, Eric actually looks him in the eye. And nods.
And then he is gone, disappeared into the air.

[runningred]

Jay lets himself fall against a tree and sigh. "Fuck, I wish I didn't like him so much." He mutters to himself, banging his head against the wood over and over. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

He pulls himself together (and hitches his busted jeans again) and heads back to the bar.