-8- [Voice]

[exercisethemind]

Who moved it? Who touched it? It was right there! I...What is going on?

[A long, slow, intake of breath.]

Someone has been in my room. ARTHUR...who has done it? Who has been there? What have you done? What kind of warden are you? Aren't you supposed to stop this kind of stuff?

[Another pause before the sound of a crash.]

[Private to Paddy]

I tried...

[ooc: No, nothing's been taken. Pollux just thinks it is and is having a minor paranoid flip out because he's stressed out, and hasn't been taking his medications.]]

Comments

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux shrugged. He honestly could not remember what he had been doing all morning. He knew that he had been upset about the box, but the box had always been there...hadn't it? No, he couldn't think about it or he would go insane. Instead, he walked over to the door and checked to make sure it was locked.]

I don't know. I'm not hungry.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[Brian frowned, ever the hypocrite] You should eat something.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux shook his head.]

I told you. I'm not hungry. [He could be stubborn when he wanted to be. And Brian, while Pollux did trust him to a certain degree, was still not...what Pollux expected.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[Brian looked down at his own feet, green knee-high boots sparking back at him, but he didn't protest any further]

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Awkwardly, Pollux sat there for a moment before he stood up.] Can you...help me find my shoe?

[He had left it under his bed that morning, but the day had been so...hectic for him that he forgot.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[He smiled meekly, getting up in response - the first place he looked was under Pollux's bed-] Here, [he handed it up to the man, regarding him with a strange expression]

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux reached out and took the shoe, nodding a bit before dropping it and sliding his foot inside of it. Seeing the expression, he frowned.]

What?

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [he offered blandly, moving forward to tie Pollux's shoes - he was a bit surprised to find himself naturally sliding into this position around Pollux. He had never taken care of anything successfully his whole life]

Re: Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux stood still while his shoes were tied and he was able to relax a bit. Brian...Brian was taking care of things. And that was soothing.]

Uh...thanks.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[he nodded, humming a bit as he stood, letting the fraction of a song end naturally]

Well. What are we gonna do today, hmm?

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux looked a little startled at that.]

We?

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Yes. [firmly] We.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[That tone made him falter a bit and he sat down in his chair, looking away.]

Why we? You're not going to try and... [He didn't know how to finish that statement.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

You have truly never spent time with someone, merely to spent time with them?

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

No. That...doesn't make sense.

[He leaned back and pulled one foot up to the chair.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

I find it hard to believe you don't get lonely. [cocks an eyebrowm reclaiming his place on the couch]

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux did not look at him.]

I was never alone. There were always people around me. Castor had bodyguards for me if he wasn't there.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Being alone is hardly synonymous with lonely, Starling.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux let out a gentle sigh, leaning back and turning to finally face him.]

I don't know what I want to do today. I...don't feel right.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[leans towards him, attention caught] What do you mean?

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Sensing the interest there, Pollux adjusted his glasses on his face and shook his head.]

It's nothing.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

It's clearly something.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Again, Pollux looked away, merely shaking his head a bit. He wasn't going to answer. At least, not right at this point in time.]

It's nothing. Stop asking. I hate it when you pry like that.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[furrows his brow, scratching at his knee] Well, I hate it when you make me curious like that.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Then go away. No one is making you stay here.

[Pollux stood up and unlocked the door, opening it for him, should he choose to go.]