((Rosie did not remember that headcanon……))
((AND REMEMER THAT HEADCANON!!))
((Okay, now I’m going to bed. Good nighty.))
“Uh-huh.” She says, smirking though she’s not convinced.
“I am way too fucked out of my mind to be making puns,” Nick says honestly.
“In that case, maybe it isn’t hard for me..”
She crosses her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes. “Gee, where could I possibly have gotten it from?”
“I have an idea…”
“Definitely not from me.”
She arches a brow. “See. I’m blameless.”
“How can you even say that?!” She chokes out, her voice quivering. The one man that had kept her sane for the past many years, was actually the man who had made her go insane, and she didn’t even have her husband to comfort her. She wasn’t married. She didn’t have anything. Nothing at all.
Seb looks at her, unsure what to say. She has a point, he doesn’t know how it’s going to be okay, he just knows that he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure that it is. “Because I’ve seen you get through worse,” he says, glancing down at the blood, glad when it’s stopped flowing, or at least slowed down. It wasn’t the first time he’d had Pia’s blood physically on his hands, but he hoped that it would be the last.
“You’re a f-fucking liar.” She stutters as a sob interrupts her. “Get that fucking thin away from me.” She tears the towel away, and scratches for more blood. She can tell her shaking is becoming more noticeable and her breathing won’t cooperate, everything hurts and she just wants Nick. Alive and existing, and steady to hold her.
((Just one more reply to In The Mind, and then I’ll go to bed.))
“Pardon me if I don’t believe you, you’d do anything to make a pun.”
“Okay but that was the one time I wasn’t.”
“Uh-huh.” She says, smirking though she’s not convinced.
“I think he’d rather burn down this flat than actually wear clothes from wall mart.” Pia says, sure of herself.
“That’s rich coming from you,” Nick says, raising an eyebrow at Pia.
“You know, I hate to say it, but he has a point.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes. “Gee, where could I possibly have gotten it from?”
She looks at him as though trying to see through him. She doesn’t say anything, and struggles to keep the tears back. Nick.. Did not exist. She was horrible at her job. She had absolutely nothing and no one, it seemed. How could she know Seb was real? Barker? The love of her life was being torn from her, literally torn out of her mind. Not real, but she needs him. She swallows around the lump in her throats and the tears pressure to get through.
“Pia, look at me,” Seb says, because even though she’s looking, she doesn’t look as though she’s really there, not completely anyway. He brushes a hand through her hair soothingly, folding the paper towel over when the blood starts to seep through. “It’s fine. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”
“How can you even say that?!” She chokes out, her voice quivering. The one man that had kept her sane for the past many years, was actually the man who had made her go insane, and she didn’t even have her husband to comfort her. She wasn’t married. She didn’t have anything. Nothing at all.
“Oh really?” She says sceptically.
“Yes, really,” Nick says, nodding.
“Pardon me if I don’t believe you, you’d do anything to make a pun.”
I’m in the bathroom because I think I’m gonna throw up but I can’t tell
for someone sick, you look ridiculously good I mean come on, that’s not fair.
“Definitely not from the grocery store though.” She adds, because just the thought of him wearing something from a grocery store makes her laugh.
Nick smiles slightly, looking at the two of them.
“Oh god, he’d probably burn whatever it was.”
“I think he’d rather burn down this flat than actually wear clothes from wall mart.” Pia says, sure of herself.
“You were the one who said it!” She chuckles.
“Yeah, but I didn’t mean for it to be an innuendo!” Nick says, laughing.
“Oh really?” She says sceptically.