someday we will foresee obstacles / through the blizzard

[lmafo]

[ About an hour after the trial ends, maybe an hour and a half, there's a series of notes written in pink that end up slid under everyone's doors. No pomp, just a slid note and a knock at the door before Roxy moves to the next one. ]

aight so
if you guys want uh
there's food and drinks and stuff all chilling in the caf
no presh, just
fuck
we probs shouldnt be alone rn

- rolal and marisa

[ And indeed, set out in the dining room, there's a bunch of pretty basic sandwiches (she's a scientist, not a chef, what do you want from her), some drinks from the bar set out on a nearby table courtesy of Marisa, and uh. A single cake, set out on its own table. It's not the most visually impressive thing in the world, but Roxy worked real hard on it, okay? It's chocolate, even, with chocolate frosting also.

Piped onto the top of the cake in rough pink icing letters is "eat me pls," so. At least you know what to do with it. ]

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[dejabrew]

[Bruh if he’s not in either of these places you better the fuck just tell me where he at because Bolton intends to Find Him.]

[unhappylittletrees]

[Jamie's room is in the same state of disarray it was in when Bolton left that morning. But in Max's room there are some letters scattered across his desk and the sound of running water coming from the open door to his bathroom.]

[dejabrew]

Jamie? Baby, are you in here?

[He calls, even as he approaches the sound of running water.]

[unhappylittletrees]

...mmhm.

[When he gets to the bathroom, Jamie sure is in there. He's sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him while his fingers worry the edges of the piece of paper he's holding. There are two more notes sitting on the floor next to him, one of which looks unopened. His hair, longer now than it was when they first woke up on the station over a month ago and hanging in his face, looks slightly damp and it seems he's changed from the bloody shirt he wore to the trial to a familiar-looking well-worn blue hoodie. The missing shirt is sitting in the sink, soaking under the running faucet.]

[dejabrew]

[Bolton comes in and just kind of. Sits down on the floor next to Jamie and puts an arm around his shoulders, leaning over and kissing his temple.]

[unhappylittletrees]

[He leans into it, closing his eyes and titling his head to rest it on Bolton's shoulder.]

...I should've woken up.

[dejabrew]

[Bolton rubs his hand up and down Jamie's shoulder.]

...I should have gotten up. I heard him, but I... I just thought it was the bathroom door. I went back to sleep, and I didn't realize until I got up.

[unhappylittletrees]

...Hhhah... [Jamie makes a small noise from the bad of his throat, an almost but not quite laugh, and his grip on the letter in his hands tightens.] Do-do you ever stop and think about how messed up our lives are now? Yuri got stabbed, Kaiba and Akira lost an eye each, Max was tor-tortured and murdered, Thomas killed Manaka at the trial and then-and then- [His voice cracks just as the dam breaks and hot tears start spilling down his face.] And that's just this week!

[dejabrew]

[Bolton turns so that he can pull Jamie into his arms and hold him more securely against his chest.

Sixteen people are dead. Sixteen people are dead and only one, arguably two of them deserved it.]

I promise- I promise, Jamie, I won't let a thing happen to you. I'm not going anywhere, if you just stay with me. [His voice cracks and his grip tightens.] Please, honey.