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[Location: Sanctuary/Visual] It's not fair!

Okay. It'd been way too fucking long since Cassie got to see her idkmybffBilly and after the crazy shit she'd gone through in the past couple weeks, she was intent on changing that. She wasn't at 100% after her 'run in' with John, but she was better. Cassie dressed 'warmly' and made her way to the nearest tram station. Cassie had a good feeling that Billy was going to be at the Sanctuary, tinkering away with something, so she decided to surprise him. On the tram ride, Cassie tapped her booted toes against the floor, watching out the window. There were soft murmurs coming from the extras, their version of talking.

When the tram reached the station nearest the Sanctuary, Cassie hopped off, glad to be leaving the tram. As long as the extras had been around, they were still creepy as fuck. Cassie entered the Sanctuary, making her way up the stairs to the floor Billy's room was on, humming a few bars of an AC/DC song that she hadn't heard in forever. Reaching the door, Cassie knocked on it a couple times, before announcing, in her cheeriest voice, "Billyyyyyy, I've come to hang out! Let's hatch a pizza and watch crappy Sci-Fi movies!"

Cassie waited a few moments before knocking again. "You better not be asleep in there, ya ass. It's almost four in the afternoon!" A pit, dark and cold began growing in her stomach. Cassie placed her hand on the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open. What she saw made her heart drop the handful of floors to the lobby. In an extreme contrast to Billy's usual genius mess, the room was completely clean. Like it'd never been used. Did he move without telling her? Cassie pulled her tablet from her hoodie pocket, scrolling for Billy's name on the contact list. But she couldn't find it. "...the hellassballs?" Cassie muttered, frowning a little. She switched over to the map function, searching for Billy's dot. After looking the map over three times, realization began to dawn on her.

"Oh, no. Oh, fuck no," Cassie whispered hoarsely, her grip tightening on the tablet, causing it to switch to the visual function without her knowledge. "No, no, no, nononono. He can't be gone. He fucking can't. No!" Cassie's rambling rose in volume and pitch as it continued. She let off an almost banshee-like shriek and turned, throwing the tablet across the room. The tablet recorded a shot of the ceiling for several minutes as the sound of Cassie tearing apart the room in her despair and frustration was heard. Her distraught denial being vocalized with numerous curse words, her shouting 'no', over and over again, and sobbing.

The sounds slowed to a stop and Cassie knelt in the middle of the room, her face in her hands. Her side ached where John had stabbed her, having aggravated the injury in her temper tantrum. But it didn't hurt nearly as much as the big, empty pit in her chest. "Fucking god, no....."

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"Probably not the most intelligent thing to do so soon after that injury," came the dry voice across the tablet. Eric was feeling the tantrum all the way across town, and damn if it wasn't giving him a splitting headache. Seriously, Cassie, way to be totally inconsiderate of Eric in the midst of your giant angst-fest.

"Fuck you," came the quiet, tear-filled reply. What a lovely shot of the ceiling and a table on its side the tablet has. Really. You can see the craftsmanship.

Eric sighed, and the ceiling and table get a great view of him rolling his eyes. Humans and their flair for the dramatic. "What has gotten you into such a twist this time."

"Billy. He's gone," Cassie replied softly, her voice muffled by her hands cradling her face. "I looked for him on the map and he's gone."

Surprisingly enough, Eric didn't throw back any dry or snarky retorts. He didn't have the first clue as to who this Billy is, but it's clear enough that he was someone she knew. He remembered the damage he'd done when Pam had disappeared much the same way.

"I trust you haven't reopened the wound with your exertion." Holy Hallmark, Batman, is that some thinly veiled sympathy-as-sarcasm in Eric's voice?

When Eric questioned her injury, Cassie lowered her hands from her face, still crying softly. Her hand moved to her side, slipping under the bottom hem of her t-shirt. "No, it's not open," Cassie said despondently.

Cassie didn't know what to do now. "He's gone, Eric," she whispered, her chin trembling. "My best friend...." A broken sob tore its way up Cassie's throat. "And he's not coming back...."

The hand that wasn't pressed to her side lifted to her face. "God...."

"Good." Eric would really hate to pick up a bloody Cassie again. She'd muss up the leather of his Corvette something awful (and don't ask how he knows blood doesn't wash out of car seats, it's a rather unpleasant story).

As for actually comforting her, well. As said before, that wasn't really his forté. He was in no way touchy, nor even feely. But between Eric actually identifying with her paint and him receiving the backlash of it, he figured what the hell. Why not give it a shot. "...If you require anything. You know where the nest is." Should Cassie want to come on over and make Eric super uncomfortable in person, rather than over the tablet.

Oh noes. His poor Corvette.

At Eric's extremely awkward offer, Cassie sniffled softly. She took a moment to think it over. When he'd offered, the bond tugged her in that direction. "'Mkay...." Climbing to her feet slowly, Cassie crossed over to where her tablet lay, turning it off and sticking it in her pocket.

A shortish Tram-ride later, Cassie was walking- more like shuffling- up the front walk to the nest. The tears slipped silently down her cheeks, as they had done the entire trip from the Sanctuary to the nest. Cassie lifted her hand, knocking on the door weakly before letting her hand drop.

You have no idea how much it costs to reupholster a car. The worst part is finding a mechanic who can keep their mouth shut.

Eric pocketed the tablet, wondering what the hell he was doing. In the meantime, he lounged back on the living room couch until the knock came. He'd forgotten just how long it took those minus incredibly expensive sports cars or supernatural speed to get around this place. With a sigh, he called from his seat, "It's open."

Yeah, his caring tank was running on empty just from the initial invite. If Cassie was expecting him to have manners enough to open the door, then too bad.

You could just hire a mute mechanic. Problem solved.

Cassie lifted her hand to the knob, turning it slowly and pushing the door open. She stepped inside, cheeks bright and eyes red from crying. She closes the door behind her quietly and crosses the room to the couch.

Without a word, Cassie curled up beside Eric, resting her head on his chest. She felt a little bit better now that she was next to him and the tears spilled down her cheeks once more.

Surprisingly enough, they're not that impossible to find.

He watched silently as Cass came towards him, one eyebrow arched slightly as he waited for her to say something. When nothing appeared to be coming, Eric opened his mouth as she sat down. But then she sprung that cuddling and crying on him and damned if he knew what to do about it. If anyone had walked in at that moment, he would have looked really stupid with his mouth hanging open like that.

So he shut it with a snap, and simply waited for this unpleasant thing to run its course (for lack of better options).

Well, that settles it, then.

Cassie continued to weep softly for the next few minutes, her head on Eric's shoulder, her hand gripping the material of his shirt. Her shoulders trembled a little as she cried, the bad girl exterior shattering for a brief moment to reveal the frightened little girl underneath.

Eric kept completely still, in that way only dead things can be - there's no movement for breath or heartbeat, or even blinking. He just sat there, arms not moving to hold her or comfort her or even pat her on the back. They stayed stretched along the back of the couch, and his eyes stayed on the top of Cassie's head.

"Are you almost finished?" ...What? At least his tone isn't condescending, merely inquisitive.

Edited 2009-11-22 03:47 (UTC)

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