Log: Bobby and Angelo, Thursday afternoon

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After three days of moping, Angelo makes his roommate reintroduce himself to the concept of 'outside', as well as showers and clothing.


Bobby padded out of his bedroom, hair unbrushed, still in the same t-shirt and pajama bottoms he'd worn for three days, and headed for the kitchen to pour himself yet another bowl of nourishing, healthy cheerios.

Angelo was perched on the counter, waiting for him. "Afternoon, Bobby."

Bobby gave him a quick glance and a weak smile. "Uh huh." He moved past him, reaching for a clean bowl.

Angelo moved to block him, deliberately. "Been three days, now. You been out at all?"

Bobby sighed, letting his hand fall. "No. Don't wanna."

"Well, you gotta. Not doin' yourself any good like this."

This conversation was really getting in the way of his moping. And his cereal. "Not doing any bad, either."

"You are", Angelo contradicted. "You even taken a shower?"

Bobby coloured faintly, then immediately chilled the blush away. "No. So?"
"So, you need to get dressed an' go outside. I'll play bodyguard if you want."

"Go outside and do what? I don't feel like doing anything!" Bobby replied, irritated. "'Cept for maybe punching Manuel..."

"Walk. Sit. Not talk to anybody. I don't care. But we are goin' outside. An' no, you can't punch Manuel."

Bobby scowled and retreated toward his room. "I don't want to go outside. People are outside. She might be outside."

Angelo jumped off the counter and intercepted him. "Tough. You're goin' outside if I have to drag you out there, Drake. You don't have to talk to her."

Bobby stuck his tongue out at Angelo as maturely as he could manage, and sighed. "Fine. Lemme get dressed," he muttered.

"Yep. But if you're not back out here in ten minutes, I'm comin' in to get you."

"Yeah, yeah. Guess I don't get to shower then, huh?"

"You get extra time if I actually hear the shower runnin'", came the cheerful answer.

That earned another stuck-out tongue, as Bobby grabbed some clean clothes and headed for the shower. He returned fifteen minutes later, showered, combed and dressed, although still unshaven.

"Good enough. You ready?"

Bobby gave him a look. No, he wasn't ready. Thus the not wanting to do this part. "As ready as I'm getting."

"Again, good enough", Angelo answered, ignoring the look. He opened the door and stood back pointedly.

Bobby glared at him, then took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, heading out the door. Please god, if you care at all...don't let me see Terry.

Angelo fully intended to steer him away from Terry, if they happened to see her. He followed Bobby out the door silently.