Yeah. Trust me. The gym is not the natural habitat of the technophile.
[Gym is the worst, ok. The absolute worst.
The joking does feel weird. What used to be part of Chris's natural patter don't feel right any more. He's saying the words, but there's no joy behind them. ]
I'm right there with you on that one. I miss when the only thing I had to worry about was if the coach caught me hiding under the bleachers to avoid a rousing bout of running in eternal circles.
How do you think I felt? Reading all the time doesn't exactly give you an amazonian buff body, you know.
[HAVE FUN WITH THAT MENTAL IMAGE, CHRIS]
... I got away with it sometimes, though. I used to tell them the books I was reading were for English. [Any hint of a smile that may have crossed her face as they reminisced disappears, and her voice sort of. Trails off.] They used to be spooky stories. Weird, right? But in the middle of the day, with a lot of light and background noise... that's the only way I'd be able to handle stuff like that.
[Sorry, he kind of zoned out for a minute there. Somewhere after 'Amazonian buff body' his brain short circuited. He stares off into space, before realising she's still talking. Okay, okay focus. Focus on the words and not the mental image they bring.
Something something spooky stories.]
I'm pretty sure nothing they could write could top the real thing. I know the movies don't. I'm one hundred percent done with spooky for a long while.
[He's also burning all his Saw blu rays. No thanks. ]
[... She looks a little concerned when he starts zoning out, but he seems to snap out of it. So... okay then...]
For a while? Try forever. Just... [She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her stomach.] I-I don't know how people can find that stuff entertaining. I never understood it, but n... now...
[That last word trails off into a whine. God, the idea of people watching a movie or reading a book that's anything like what they went through, and enjoying that sort of suffering... where it once just made her roll her eyes, now it makes her sick. ]
[It's called Being a Teenage Boy, it's the best. ]
Well, I didn't mind them all that much. I mean, I watched them all the time when me and Josh were kids.
[His voice wavers on his best friend's name. Josh always did love horror movies the most, and now look what's happened. He created one, just for them. This was no sneaking into Josh's dad's mini theatre at ten years old to watch the latest film he'd worked on, even when they'd been told no, they were too young for that. This had become something real, and terrible.]
They lose their fun once you've lived through one.
[Despite the turn their conversation took again, Ashley manages to roll her eyes. Of course those two would be the kids to watch R-rated movies when they're still in elementary school...]
I'll help you get rid of all your horror movies if you help me get rid of all my ghost story books.
[She reaches out to shake his hand. It's supposed to be a casual gesture, something supposed to be silly, but her grip is tight, and she doesn't seem to realize it.]
It's... definitely something good to look forward to. After the hospital.
[She needs to have something to look forward to, or else she's not sure how she's going to get through this ordeal ahead...]
[He appreciates the tight grip. She, at least, is something real, something tangible in this whole mess. He doesn't let go right away, but he doesn't really realise it. It's more subconscious than an actual decision on his part. ]
We can make a day of it. We can toast s'mores over their ashy remains. Take that, nightmare fuel.
[Ash isn't really too eager to let go either. She just sort of.... stares down at their hands. Just like the hair-ruffling before, there's a sort of warmth to his touch that makes her want to keep on holding his hand. It's a good warmth, not like the searing heat of the burning lodge....]
Can we.... d-do we have to wait till then to spend a day together? I don't... [Her grip tightens even more, so that she's flat-out clinging to his hand.] I don't want to be alone after all of this....
[She has her parents, of course, but they wouldn't understand. They'll be overbearing, as parents tend to be, and she can't really blame them for that. But she needs someone who actually knows what she's going through there with her....]
[His expression softens, his own hand tightening around hers, trying to give her some reassurance. An anchor against the storm. ]
Ash.
[Where 'they' are right now is still pretty confusing and he knows they'll need to sit down and talk about that, but one thing he knows absolutely without question. ]
You won't be alone in this, in any of this. I'll always have your back, I promise. No matter what. You need me for anything? I'm there.
[Now that they're not in any sort of life-threatening situation, or walking into impending death, those words... they actually make her blush a little. God, it's so cheesy, and something a lot of people in this day and age might think is just all lip service, but....
But Ashley knows Chris. Even before last night, he was always the kind of person to put others before himself. The events of last night just took that feeling of protectiveness to a whole different. level. And it... worries her, just a little.]
Just... promise me you'll come to me with anything you need, okay? I appreciate you wanting to help, god, I really do... but you need to think of you too. Got it?
[That's what Ashley gets. Terrible cheese. She needs to look at her life, look at her choices. He means it, though, every single word. He failed Josh and now he's lost him. He can't let it happen again. He absolutely cannot.
That would be a no on the looking after himself thing. Still, he shifts his crutch to cross his chest with his hand.]
[Psh, she won't complain one bit. His absolutely adorable dorkiness is one of the reasons why she loves him so much, and he wouldn't be Chris without it.
And if she can't protect him in the ways that he protected her at the lodge, if she can't be the knight in shining armor that he is to her, then she'll try her damned hardest to make sure he can still smile and joke. She'll make sure that Chris stays Chris. So she's gotta be serious here]
[So much for exploiting that loophole. He hesitates for a moment, know if he makes this promise, he has to mean it. She'll know if he doesn't. He gives a soft exhale. ]
Okay. I promise, Ash. But you know that means you're subjecting yourself to three am phone calls because I really need a sympathy pizza.
[Yes. Make it funny, then he can pretend it doesn't hurt as much. ]
I'll do you one better; pizza and ice cream. Two comfort foods you can't say no to.
And, you know. Ice cream's a lot easier to get at three in the morning than pizza, unless you want crappy toaster-oven pizza.
[They'll need to talk about all this shit in a serious matter at some point. But not when all their wounds are still fresh and bleeding - both physically and metaphorically.]
[He puts a hand to his chest, letting out a soft 'pshaw' noise. No seriousness here. He can't handle that right now. It means examining himself in ways he really isn't up to doing right now. ]
How you tempt me. Pizza and ice cream? Be still my beating heart.
...And yeah, no one wants toaster-oven pizza, that's an affront to humanity.
... We all deserve to be spoiled a bit for a while. Maybe more than a bit.
[Would anyone really argue with that? Even if they can't understand the scope of the situation...]
I'm thinking a queue of the cheesiest movies we can find on Netflix. Maybe a few Disney movies too.
[Well, Disney could definitely count as cheesy. Either way, that's really something she needs; stories about magic and legends where things all turn out right in the end.]
[Some more than others. He doesn't really count himself in that mix. The feeling of guilt, for not doing enough for Josh, for turning that handle and sealing his fate (or so he thought). He doesn't deserve to be spoiled for that. Not when Josh isn't with them. ]
Yeah. I could use a whole lot of happy endings, right now. All the cheese, all the time.
[They can pretend the world is really like that for a little while. That people get their wishes granted and no one gets hurt in the process. ]
[Psh, he would get plenty of arguments if he tried to say that he didn't deserve it. Sam and Mike would definitely back her up there, and if Matt and Jess were filled in on what happened, Ashley is sure they'd be on her side too.
Who knows what Emily would think. He didn't have any hand in what happened in the basement, but with how stressed out everyone was....
No. No thinking about that. Just. No.]
We'll probably get diabetes from that much Disney fluff, but hey. Worth it, right? Especially if it helps... [She waves her hand.] You know.... this.
[IT WILL BE A VALIANT FIGHT BUT THEY WILL DEFINITELY COME OUT ON TOP :|]
And speaking of this... [She doesn't wave her hand around this time, but she does scan the dismal-looking all they've been occupying for a while now.] We should probably get out of here. Or... find where they want us to go next. It's getting a little weird.
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[Gym is the worst, ok. The absolute worst.
The joking does feel weird. What used to be part of Chris's natural patter don't feel right any more. He's saying the words, but there's no joy behind them. ]
I'm right there with you on that one. I miss when the only thing I had to worry about was if the coach caught me hiding under the bleachers to avoid a rousing bout of running in eternal circles.
[Track. He means track. ]
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[HAVE FUN WITH THAT MENTAL IMAGE, CHRIS]
... I got away with it sometimes, though. I used to tell them the books I was reading were for English. [Any hint of a smile that may have crossed her face as they reminisced disappears, and her voice sort of. Trails off.] They used to be spooky stories. Weird, right? But in the middle of the day, with a lot of light and background noise... that's the only way I'd be able to handle stuff like that.
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Something something spooky stories.]
I'm pretty sure nothing they could write could top the real thing. I know the movies don't. I'm one hundred percent done with spooky for a long while.
[He's also burning all his Saw blu rays. No thanks. ]
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For a while? Try forever. Just... [She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her stomach.] I-I don't know how people can find that stuff entertaining. I never understood it, but n... now...
[That last word trails off into a whine. God, the idea of people watching a movie or reading a book that's anything like what they went through, and enjoying that sort of suffering... where it once just made her roll her eyes, now it makes her sick. ]
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Well, I didn't mind them all that much. I mean, I watched them all the time when me and Josh were kids.
[His voice wavers on his best friend's name. Josh always did love horror movies the most, and now look what's happened. He created one, just for them. This was no sneaking into Josh's dad's mini theatre at ten years old to watch the latest film he'd worked on, even when they'd been told no, they were too young for that. This had become something real, and terrible.]
They lose their fun once you've lived through one.
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I'll help you get rid of all your horror movies if you help me get rid of all my ghost story books.
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You got yourself a deal.
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It's... definitely something good to look forward to. After the hospital.
[She needs to have something to look forward to, or else she's not sure how she's going to get through this ordeal ahead...]
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We can make a day of it. We can toast s'mores over their ashy remains. Take that, nightmare fuel.
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Can we.... d-do we have to wait till then to spend a day together? I don't... [Her grip tightens even more, so that she's flat-out clinging to his hand.] I don't want to be alone after all of this....
[She has her parents, of course, but they wouldn't understand. They'll be overbearing, as parents tend to be, and she can't really blame them for that. But she needs someone who actually knows what she's going through there with her....]
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Ash.
[Where 'they' are right now is still pretty confusing and he knows they'll need to sit down and talk about that, but one thing he knows absolutely without question. ]
You won't be alone in this, in any of this. I'll always have your back, I promise. No matter what. You need me for anything? I'm there.
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But Ashley knows Chris. Even before last night, he was always the kind of person to put others before himself. The events of last night just took that feeling of protectiveness to a whole different. level. And it... worries her, just a little.]
Just... promise me you'll come to me with anything you need, okay? I appreciate you wanting to help, god, I really do... but you need to think of you too. Got it?
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That would be a no on the looking after himself thing. Still, he shifts his crutch to cross his chest with his hand.]
Got it.
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And if she can't protect him in the ways that he protected her at the lodge, if she can't be the knight in shining armor that he is to her, then she'll try her damned hardest to make sure he can still smile and joke. She'll make sure that Chris stays Chris. So she's gotta be serious here]
That wasn't a promise. You gotta say you promise.
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Okay. I promise, Ash. But you know that means you're subjecting yourself to three am phone calls because I really need a sympathy pizza.
[Yes. Make it funny, then he can pretend it doesn't hurt as much. ]
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And, you know. Ice cream's a lot easier to get at three in the morning than pizza, unless you want crappy toaster-oven pizza.
[They'll need to talk about all this shit in a serious matter at some point. But not when all their wounds are still fresh and bleeding - both physically and metaphorically.]
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How you tempt me. Pizza and ice cream? Be still my beating heart.
...And yeah, no one wants toaster-oven pizza, that's an affront to humanity.
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Besides, we've done so many all-nighters that I know what your favorites are, so it's not really a big thing at all.
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[Dorky grin. Guess what that thing is.
Spoilers: it's a romcom.
More spoilers: it's probably Sleepless in Seattle.]
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[Would anyone really argue with that? Even if they can't understand the scope of the situation...]
I'm thinking a queue of the cheesiest movies we can find on Netflix. Maybe a few Disney movies too.
[Well, Disney could definitely count as cheesy. Either way, that's really something she needs; stories about magic and legends where things all turn out right in the end.]
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Yeah. I could use a whole lot of happy endings, right now. All the cheese, all the time.
[They can pretend the world is really like that for a little while. That people get their wishes granted and no one gets hurt in the process. ]
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Who knows what Emily would think. He didn't have any hand in what happened in the basement, but with how stressed out everyone was....
No. No thinking about that. Just. No.]
We'll probably get diabetes from that much Disney fluff, but hey. Worth it, right? Especially if it helps... [She waves her hand.] You know.... this.
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Sure, totally worth it. Nothing like diabetes inducing movies to help -
[To help make them feel like they hadn't just been put through hell. ]
Yeah. This.
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And speaking of this... [She doesn't wave her hand around this time, but she does scan the dismal-looking all they've been occupying for a while now.] We should probably get out of here. Or... find where they want us to go next. It's getting a little weird.
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[Something good and strong so his leg stops ACHING.]
Maybe we have to all go as a group? I dunno. Someone around here's gotta have some answers.
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