Log: Angelo and Bobby, backdated

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Backdated to last Sunday, the 3rd. Angelo comes to see how Bobby's settling in, and tells him about Paige.


Bobby'd already unpacked and put away the basics--his clothes, his books--but there were still the little random things that made the room personal, and he was working on those now. His Lord of the Rings calendar was already pinned up by his desk, a small box of various items waiting there to be sorted through, and he was standing on his bed, pinning his poster of Angelina Jolie into place.

Angelo, arriving back in the suite with Joyita in tow, glanced through the open door and grinned. He headed over there and knocked on the doorframe. "Hey."

Bobby glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Hey. Gimme a sec." He pushed the last thumbtack into place and climbed off of the bed. "What's up?"

"You settlin' in okay?" Angelo asked lightly, knowing what he had to tell Bobby but putting it off a little longer.

"Yup." Bobby nodded, sitting down on his bed. "Got a few more posters to hang, and I need to set up my speakers, but other than that..." He shrugged and gestured at the mostly-unpacked room. "Pretty much done."

"Good stuff. Caught up with everybody?"

He shook his head. "Mostly, but there are a few I haven't seen, or haven't been accosted by, at least..." He laughed, leaning back on his elbows. "My ribs hurt from some of the hugs I've gotten in the last twenty-four hours, though."

Angelo laughed, dropping into a chair. "Told you you'd been missed."

"Yeah. It's been really nice." Bobby sighed contentedly.

"So... who're the few you haven't seen yet?" Angelo asked casually. He knew who one of them would be, of course... but it seemed like a good lead-up.

"Mmm...haven't pinned Alison down long enough for more than a hug...haven't even seen Scott, or Lorna, or Paige...where is everybody, anyway? Spending the fourth with family?"

"Lorna and Scott are in Alaska with Alex. Visitin' Scott an' Alex's grandparents, I don't know if you were around when they found them. An' Paige... um."

Bobby sat up, frowning. "What? Where's Paige?"

Angelo sighed, glancing down at his hands then back up. "In the medlab. She had kind of a... breakdown, I think, they're not tellin' me much."

"When did this happen?" Bobby asked quietly, leaning toward him.

"'s been... almost a month, now. She left, went to Harvard an' I know she got there okay. Next thing I know, they're bringin' her back here an' puttin' her in isolation."

"A month?" Bobby stood up, looking upset. "She's been in medlab for a month, and you don't know what's wrong? What the hell?" Something wasn't right about this. Something was very wrong, in fact.

Angelo shrugged miserably. "All I know is what I can guess, an' a little bit they've told me. She was runnin' herself into the ground before she left, anyone could see that. I guess she just... snapped, while she was gone."

Bobby sank onto the bed again. "Well...shit," he said softly, staring at the floor. If she was still in isolation after a month, it must be bad. He looked up at Angelo, concerned. "I'm sorry, man. How are you holding up?"

Angelo glanced round the room, suddenly itching for a cigarette. "Survivin'. She's in the best place she could be, they're lookin' after her."

"Yeah, but it must be hard, not knowing what's going on..." He scooted down the bed, reaching out to rest a hand on Angelo's arm. "Is there anything I can do?" He doubted there was--it'd been a month, after all, what could he do, but he had to make the offer.

"You're already doin' it", Angelo answered with a small shrug. "You're here."

Bobby smiled faintly and nodded. "And I'm not going anywhere." He was already figuring out who his best shot at getting more info on Paige might be.

"Good to hear", Angelo said with a nod in return.