║ forty-ninth stanza ║ video [SUPER BACKDATED]

[mumbled_truth]

[GIANT OOC NOTE: So here's the dealio. I really wanted to do this and have it work into the Omens thing. Then Premiere was a giant jerk this weekend. It's still being a giant jerk, as is evidenced by the weird video glitches you can see in this, but it's the best I've been able to get it to do right now without backdating this even more AUGH. >< But I think it gets the point across. It's a selection of scenes revolving around Neil's suicide and the aftermath.

SO THIS IS REALLY REALLY BACKDATED. LIKE A LOT. To late on Sunday, specifically.]

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[inmyothertights]

....uh.

Oh.

Um.

Hey, Todd.

[mumbled_truth]

[Here's a slightly considerable delay. Because Todd had no idea that was up until he got a response. So there's the time it's taken for him to go, watch it, try and fail to delete it, and try to compose himself.]

... hey.

[inmyothertights]

I don't really think there's a good way to react to this.

[mumbled_truth]

I don't think there is.

I mean. I'm not exactly sure how to, either.

[inmyothertights]

I'm all for pretending I saw nothing.

[mumbled_truth]

I think I'd like to do that, too.

So. Um. How are you?

[inmyothertights]

Oh, you know. The usual.

[action]

[had_not_lived]

[By now, maybe, Neil should know better than to look at things the curses want to show; but curiosity always wins out, and at least it means he knows how bad he has to feel. With a lump in his throat he goes to find Todd, wherever the other boy might be in their apartment.]

[action]

[mumbled_truth]

[Todd's not hard to find. He's sitting alone on the bed, his device held loosely in a hand that's flopped palm-up on the bed. He's still and silent, eyes fixed on a corner - at least, until Neil comes to find him. When his friend comes looking, he glances up at him, brow furrowing as he purses his lower lip.]

[action]

[had_not_lived]

[Some things are simply beyond words. The honest truth is they've talked this through enough and more than enough; which is just as well because Neil has nothing to say. He crawls onto the bed; reaching, wordless, not sure whether he's offering comfort or seeking it. Both, probably.]