"Huh. Now I sorta wish I hadn't gotten mad and thrown away those pool noodles. Could have used them to float on." They might still be around here somewhere, he didn't actually throw them over the side.
"I'll get some cheese and crackers with a side of fruit. We can nibble on that slowly." Yes, we. He's not leaving Wayne alone for longer than it takes to go get a plate of snacks.
As much as he wants to grouse a little bit that he doesn't need to be hovered over, he does appreciate that someone would be determined to take care of him like this.
He merely nods as he sinks himself further down into the water until it's only his eyes visible again, and watches for a long moment until Crichton is out of sight. Then, he dips down further until only the tops of his horns are visible above the water line. Probably not doing a great job at not being worrying, but the muffling effect of the water is comforting. It makes everything quiet. It hurts less. He can still hear, though everything sounds far away, and that's honestly better for him at the moment.
He'd pop back up when Crichton returns with the promised snacks.
Despite saying that, he takes his time. Wayne is safe in the water, starting the healing process, that gives Crichton a little time to come to terms with the news on his own. He really did like Gil. He was a no-nonsense stand-up dude, willing to go to bat for his friends but just as willing to talk things out rationally. He was the kind of guy Crichton would have enjoyed having a weekly beer with. They could have talked shop, swapped stories... Crichton would have loved to hear more about how he looked at the world.
"Why did you go but I'm still here?" Crichton asks the vast wall of cheese in front of him. As if Gil will somehow hear it or be able to answer? "I'll do what I can for Wayne... I promise."
He starts to gather up snack ingredients in earnest now, stuffing sleeves of crackers, cylinders of sausages, and wheels of cheese into a bag alongside dried fruits and olives. He lifts a knife and cutting board set to take with him, and snatches up a nice bundle of grapes on the vine before making his way to the exit.
"I got the goods," he announces once he emerges back on the pool deck. He drags over a lounge to spread his low-budget charcuterie board out on. "I'm gonna grab a drink from the tiki bar, you want one?"
The quiet and isolation do help, for the time that Crichton leaves him be. His thoughts are running along the same lines, wondering why it had to happen so suddenly. But then again, a lot of things happened suddenly around here. There's really no avoiding it or convincing it to slow down.
He could not in good faith wish for Gil to come back. Not when he knows the man was just as unhappy here as most others were. But gods does he miss him already.
Crichton returns with a whole charcuterie board's worth of snacks from the fromagerie, and Wayne blinks at it as he hauls himself up onto the edge of the tub, letting the water run off of him for a moment then reaching for a banana chip. Rather than eating it, he grips it in his palm, then opens it back up and lets the fragments of fruit crumble into the air. It's not necessarily visible, but taking it does shore up his Flesh just a little bit.
"Uh...they have those big fishbowl drinks with all the flavors. Get two straws and we can both have some?"
Crichton internally sighs in relief seeing Wayne take the snack and work his magic with it. They're going to get through this. He's not letting another friend die on his watch.
"You got it!"
Crichton heads over to the poolside bar and rummages around until he finds the big glass and all the different flavors. He's gotten good at mixing drinks lately. He comes back with it full to the rim, sporting two curly straws. He sets it down at the edge of the pool and then lays down on his stomach next to it with his chin propped on one hand. He reaches for a slice of cheese with his other.
The curly straws are a nice touch. Gotta get that whimsy in.
Wayne leans back with his weight on his hand, leaning to take a long sip from the bowl. In spite of everything, he definitely is starting to feel better now. Maybe not emotionally, but physically. He's still soft to the touch, but it's becoming less problematic as he tales the time to rest and be with his friend.
One hand is carefully building a sandwich out of crackers, cheese and cured meats, a little tower held between thumb and forefinger that he considers, then raises as he thinks about what to say.
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Date: 2023-07-24 08:30 pm (UTC)"I'll get some cheese and crackers with a side of fruit. We can nibble on that slowly." Yes, we. He's not leaving Wayne alone for longer than it takes to go get a plate of snacks.
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Date: 2023-07-25 12:39 pm (UTC)He merely nods as he sinks himself further down into the water until it's only his eyes visible again, and watches for a long moment until Crichton is out of sight. Then, he dips down further until only the tops of his horns are visible above the water line. Probably not doing a great job at not being worrying, but the muffling effect of the water is comforting. It makes everything quiet. It hurts less. He can still hear, though everything sounds far away, and that's honestly better for him at the moment.
He'd pop back up when Crichton returns with the promised snacks.
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Date: 2023-07-26 06:03 pm (UTC)Despite saying that, he takes his time. Wayne is safe in the water, starting the healing process, that gives Crichton a little time to come to terms with the news on his own. He really did like Gil. He was a no-nonsense stand-up dude, willing to go to bat for his friends but just as willing to talk things out rationally. He was the kind of guy Crichton would have enjoyed having a weekly beer with. They could have talked shop, swapped stories... Crichton would have loved to hear more about how he looked at the world.
"Why did you go but I'm still here?" Crichton asks the vast wall of cheese in front of him. As if Gil will somehow hear it or be able to answer? "I'll do what I can for Wayne... I promise."
He starts to gather up snack ingredients in earnest now, stuffing sleeves of crackers, cylinders of sausages, and wheels of cheese into a bag alongside dried fruits and olives. He lifts a knife and cutting board set to take with him, and snatches up a nice bundle of grapes on the vine before making his way to the exit.
"I got the goods," he announces once he emerges back on the pool deck. He drags over a lounge to spread his low-budget charcuterie board out on. "I'm gonna grab a drink from the tiki bar, you want one?"
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Date: 2023-07-26 07:07 pm (UTC)He could not in good faith wish for Gil to come back. Not when he knows the man was just as unhappy here as most others were. But gods does he miss him already.
Crichton returns with a whole charcuterie board's worth of snacks from the fromagerie, and Wayne blinks at it as he hauls himself up onto the edge of the tub, letting the water run off of him for a moment then reaching for a banana chip. Rather than eating it, he grips it in his palm, then opens it back up and lets the fragments of fruit crumble into the air. It's not necessarily visible, but taking it does shore up his Flesh just a little bit.
"Uh...they have those big fishbowl drinks with all the flavors. Get two straws and we can both have some?"
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Date: 2023-07-29 03:42 am (UTC)"You got it!"
Crichton heads over to the poolside bar and rummages around until he finds the big glass and all the different flavors. He's gotten good at mixing drinks lately. He comes back with it full to the rim, sporting two curly straws. He sets it down at the edge of the pool and then lays down on his stomach next to it with his chin propped on one hand. He reaches for a slice of cheese with his other.
"Wanna say a toast?"
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Date: 2023-07-29 09:34 am (UTC)Wayne leans back with his weight on his hand, leaning to take a long sip from the bowl. In spite of everything, he definitely is starting to feel better now. Maybe not emotionally, but physically. He's still soft to the touch, but it's becoming less problematic as he tales the time to rest and be with his friend.
One hand is carefully building a sandwich out of crackers, cheese and cured meats, a little tower held between thumb and forefinger that he considers, then raises as he thinks about what to say.
"To the people that got out?"
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Date: 2023-08-01 05:06 am (UTC)He motions with the cracker to Wayne and adds his own, "And, to the friends that keep us going."
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Date: 2023-08-01 04:30 pm (UTC)"To the friends that keep us going."