outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

I told you, I'm fine.

[ might be hard to get to sleep after that, anyway, which he is not going to say and give chrono something to feel worse about. he settles for shifting in three embrace, just enough to peek at the mess of red hair at his shoulder. ]

It looked pretty bad. [ softly. ] Are you going to be okay?

[ for a split second he thinks the little change in hold is finally pushing him away, but-- he knows better than that, now. so he clings a little more, selfishly, neck angling enough to meet laurence's eyes with a narrowed, drawn green one. ]

It... it was a pretty bad one.

[ often, those nightmares just picked one event of the past to focus on, brief reminders of mistakes and potential aftermaths that never happened. sometimes, of ones that did. full nightmares like the one they'd just experienced were rarer. ]

But they happen a lot. I'll be fine in a bit.

Seriously...?

[ sure, everyone gets nightmares now and then, but that often? and that bad? he breathes out a sigh. ]

Anything I can do to help?

Not usually that bad. Less. Weekend just got to me.

[ probably.

he falls quiet for a moment, just letting more of the static in his mind bleed out. he turns his face back to press into his shoulder, suddenly aware they're doing this in the hallway. ugh, stupid. it still takes him a second to actually make his request. ]

...could I sleep the rest of the night in your room? I don't wanna wake Taair if it happens again.

[ and staying close to you feels better. ]

I get it. It was way worse than usual, somehow.

[ easy enough to let him use that excuse, and not question it more. maybe later, when it's not as raw, and they're not in the middle of the hall were anyone could see or hear.

still. the request and accompanying makes his cheeks turn a little pink but he resolutely ignores that. ]

Y-Yeah. 'Course you can. You guys let me crash with you before, so it wouldn't be fair if I didn't let you, too. I've still got a bunch of extra blankets and stuff, too.

[ he just makes a noise of acknowledgement, not wanting to go down that spiral of overthinking the events of the weekend. confusing! bad!

maybe one day he'll stop being surprised by his requests being acquiesced to, but today is not that day. with a sigh, he draws back, running both hands through his hair as if to make sure his head's still on straight. he's too frazzled to even catch the embarrassment. ]

Thanks. Know it's kind of askin' a bit after that, but...

[ it's fine he doesn't have to pick up on that part! in fact, please don't! ]

Chrono... [ god. he sighs and lets his arms fall back to his sides. ] Whatever that nightmare was supposed to be, I'd sleep better knowing you're feeling better, anyway. So shut up and just come with me already.

[ he says, patiently waiting for chrono. ]

[ ah. well then.

he glances to the side, a grateful smile mixed in with the hesitation, but does as instructed. shuts up and follows.]

[ well. good. luckily they are just two doors away, so it's not like it's a long trek. the door is already ajar, with penny poking her fingers out to check on him, so he just scoops her up on the way in to deposit her on yves' bed.

what does their room even look like now most of the collectibles were from yves... there are still a lot of blankets and pillows, for some reason, currently in a large pile on the floor where his chao's been snoozing. his gun is here, leaning against a wall with a few of polaroid pictures strung up for display. there are still a few flowers left over from last week scattered around the room, and way more fish food than anyone would ever need for a two month time span set aside for puffy. he really needs to mail that stuff to yves. ]

Make yourself at home.

[ penny, bless her heart(?), gets a little wave as he makes his way in. he's seen the room before, but much more packed than this - it does seem a little lonely, without all of yves's affects scattered around. the sight of the gun does make his mouth twist with concern, but at this point the sight was less of a surprise.

he's fully prepared to just pile up a blanket nest on the floor and bury himself in it, but the sight of the chao snoozing gives him pause. ]

Can I... move this guy, or...?

[ penny waves back! she's always happy to see chrono even if she is a little confused by him being here at this hour. ]

Yeah, you can just move him over by Penny. Guarantee he'll fall back asleep in, like, three seconds.

[ that said. he is pulling out a red blanket from his own bed to offer. ]

This is the warmest one. Charlie sent it last week.

[ with a nod, he'll gently scoop the dozing chao up with the topmost blanket, popping over on yves's bed. penny gets a little tap on the hand of thanks as well.

when he turns back to see laurence taking one of his own blankets off his bed, the sound of protest he makes dies quickly in his throat. there's no point arguing this, really - he just takes it with a nod and drapes it over his shoulders right away. trust charlie to be on top of things. ]

Thanks. You'll be alright without it?

[ he leans down to pull the blanket pile into a less-chao more-human-appropriate arrangement, taking a seat against some propped-up pillows for now. it'll take a bit before he can actually sleep again, but this is. better. ]

One night won't kill me.

[ he's actually just going to sit on the floor, too, for a bit, leaning back against his bed. ]

This week's going to be as hard as when we could feel what everyone else did, isn't it.

...seems like it. It's intrusive, that's for sure.

[ he just kind of. stares into the mess of blankets for a few moments. dreams and nightmares... a lot could go wrong with those.

eventually he looks up and, well. if we're both on the floor anyway. chrono lifts a blanketed arm and gives him a quizzical, but slightly nervous, look. c'mere? ]

[ ...alright, sure. laurence scoots over to sit next to him. ]

So maybe we try to find somewhere quiet again this week.

[ ...there's a sense he might be pushing his luck, here, so he just throws the blanket over laurence's shoulder and pulls his arm back. he doesn't lean aside from where they're touching just by proximity. ]

Probably be best. Just a few people. [ ... ] Are you okay? You can go back to sleep, really.

As long as we're not in the tavern we'll probably be fine. [ everyone's been gathering there lately

well, even if chrono doesn't, laurence will lean against his side, just a little. ]

I told you I'm fine. I'm just worried about you.

[ you looked so scared. ]

Mm. I'm glad it's popular, but definitely quieter than that.

[ oh. he's... not sure how to respond to it, especially with the accompanying thought. there's only so much saying you're going to be okay that others stop believing it, huh.

it takes him a long quiet moment, but he nods, eventually. ]

I am. Was. But you don't have to treat me like glass. Haven't broken yet, not going to now.

We'll figure something out. No need to think about it right this second.

[ later. laurence glances at him briefly, frowning. ]

I'm not. I know you've already been through a lot. [ closes his eyes with a soft sigh. ] But nightmares are still nightmares. They still suck.

[ yeah. he can't really comprehend thursday right this second anyway. because yeah, nightmares suck!! damn!!

he takes a few more deep breaths, until he's able to pull a little hint of teasing levity into his tone. ]

So what was your plan? Sit here and watch me like a hawk until I fell asleep?

What? No. That's creepy.

[ though now there's a thought bubble of all those freaky eyes in town bobbing over his head. ]

No, I just don't think I could go right back to sleep, either. We can just hang out a little bit, I guess

[ ........man. and that imagery pulls back the flash of all of gastille's glowing green eyes in the nightmare, popping up around him in blinks before he shudders, shakes his head, and they vanish. go away go away!! god!!!! ]

Okay. [ phew. ] Yeah. Hang out.

[ winces. god. ]

Sorry.

[ he hates thoughtshare actually! chrono really deals with stuff like that regularly? and here laurence's nightmares are mostly about madam or akihiko, now. much smaller problems, all things considered.

he is... not great at distractions, though. hm. ]

Tell me about Dran...? I know he's your friend, but you haven't really said much about him before.

It's okay.

[ not akihiko please i'm so upset

so yeah this isn't great!! at least memories were actual things that happened, not all the horrid hypotheticals his brain liked to make up. but. okay. dran. yeah he can talk about dran. ]

He's... the unit I brought over when-- y'know. [ that part's not great let's skip it. ] We didn't get to spend that much time together, physically. Dad took him to keep him safe for years, and then he returned to Cray when the Stride Gate closed. But we could communicate, sort of like... like the dreamsharing, actually. He's a bright little guy with a lot of responsibility. Because Gear Chronicle manage timespace, he works with his future self - Chronojet Dragon, who leads the whole clan.

[ nods. i don't get it all either. ]

Oh, and... the fact we're both "Chrono"? Just a coincidence. He thinks it's funny.

[ overthinking bad i understand this on an atomic level

but yes he nods. that connection. ]

That's how you guys became friends? Dreams and stuff? [ wild... so it's not totally new for him, huh? maybe it was a little less awful then. ] So it's not like you've really lost him, if you can do that.

[ that's... a good thing? maybe?

all the timespace stuff kind of makes his head spin... at least he's not along on that one. ] Guess that works with all your... possibility stuff, though. They'd be able to see that stuff, too, right?

...It is kind of funny. It's not really a common name.

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