The sound of retching rouses Jovan from sleep. It’s too early for this, but he can’t be mad because the other guy clearly has been through hell. After making sure his disguise hasn’t slipped during the night, he comes downstairs silently and goes to the kitchenette area. BRAT diet for nausea: he dishes out a small cup of room temperature applesauce since it’s what he has right now, accompanied by some unsweetened green tea that he waters down and warms to just above body temperature. He pours cold brew for himself and sits down to wait for his guest.
They need to make plans. He was going to ask what happened last night, but hearing the other being sick makes him hesitate. Reliving trauma so soon could make the kid shut down. At the same time, Jovan needs to know where all that blood came from so he can figure out what to do. He doesn’t want to imagine his guest is a killer, especially not with the genuine stress reaction he’s seen, but the possibility isn’t off the table.
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Date: 2023-08-20 04:54 am (UTC)They need to make plans. He was going to ask what happened last night, but hearing the other being sick makes him hesitate. Reliving trauma so soon could make the kid shut down. At the same time, Jovan needs to know where all that blood came from so he can figure out what to do. He doesn’t want to imagine his guest is a killer, especially not with the genuine stress reaction he’s seen, but the possibility isn’t off the table.
Fuck. Why is his life so complicated?