xp_logs | Angelo and Bobby

Bobby walked down the hall, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to shake off the disturbing dream he'd just awoken from. He rubbed his ice-cold palms against his shorts as he reached Angelo's door and knocked softly, hoping that Jono wasn't the one to answer.

He was in luck. Hearing the knock at the door, Angelo got up from his place at the PC, having given up on trying to sleep that night, at least temporarily, and opened the door. He frowned, confused and concerned, on seeing who was there. "Bobby? What's up?"

Bobby's gaze flicked quickly over Angelo, briefly distracted by his scars, before meeting his eyes with a small frown. "Hey. I, uh...just wanted to talk, and saw you were up, so..." He shrugged, rubbing his hands on his shorts again.

Angelo nodded, no less concerned on hearing that, glancing down at Bobby's hands with a frown. "Sure. You wanna come inside, or go somewhere else?"

Bobby looked past him, into the room. "I don't want to bother Jono...we can always go somewhere else." He took a step back, giving Angelo room to step out of the room.

Angelo nodded again, and followed Bobby into the corridor, the full light revealing his sleepwear - a pair of shorts and nothing else. "Where d'you wanna go?"

"Um..." Bobby stared at Angelo's chest for a few moments, then lifted his eyes to his face. "I dunno. Rec room?" Normally, he'd have suggested the kitchen for a nice fridge raid, but he wasn't exactly comfortable there, the past few weeks.

If Angelo noticed Bobby's brief distraction, he gave no sign of it, more concerned for his friend's wellbeing as he was. "Your call, man. Rec room's good."

Bobby nodded and headed in that direction. Miracle of miracles, none of the night owls were sprawled in front of the TV, and they had the room to themselves. Bobby flopped down on one end of the couch, picking up the remote and automatically turning the TV on, flipping through a few channels before hitting the mute button.

Angelo dropped onto the other end of the couch, giving them both plenty of space to stretch out, and leaned against the backrest. He waited for a few minutes for Bobby to speak, then asked again, "So what's up?"

Bobby glanced away from the TV, to Angelo. "Can't sleep." He tossed the remote onto the couch in the space between them. "Had another dream."

Angelo nodded, unsurprised. "The FoH guy?" he asked quietly, avoiding going into any detail.

Bobby stared down at his lap. "I thought so, at first. I mean, it started out like most of them...but then...I realised it wasn't him, after all." He shivered, pulling one leg up onto the couch and leaning his elbow against his knee.

Angelo frowned, not understanding. "Want to tell me?" he asked softly, unwilling to push too hard.

Bobby looked up at him. "It was Manuel," he said simply, swallowing.

Angelo scowled at the mention of Manuel's name, then quickly forced it away. "It was... Bobby..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.

"I should probably talk to Samson about that, huh?" Bobby gave Angelo a wry grin, absently tugging the leg of his shorts into place.

"Might be an idea, yeah", Angelo answered, not smiling. "You talked to anyone about what happened yet, other than me?"

Bobby shook his head. "I have an appointment with Samson this week, though. I guess the dreams are worth mentioning." He shook his head. "Maybe it's because I'm afraid he's going to...fuck with my head again." He snorted softly. "Hell, I don't know. Listen to me, trying to examine my own dreams. Like I have any idea what I'm talking about."

"Yes, it's worth mentionin'", Angelo told him firmly. "An' you're the one who had the dream, man - who's better placed to know what it means?"

"Doesn't mean I understood it," Bobby pointed out rather glumly. "But anyway. I'll talk to him." He crossed his legs on the couch, turning to face Angelo. "So how about you? What are you doing up tonight?"

Angelo shrugged, a little uncomfortably. "Same as you", he admitted. "It's not every night anymore... but tonight seems to be one of those nights, for some reason."

Bobby tried a small grin. "Maybe it's something in the water?"

Angelo grinned in response, but his eyes were still worried. "Maybe so."

Bobby hesitated, then prodded gently. "You okay, man?"

Angelo shrugged helplessly. "Gettin' there?" he offered weakly.

Bobby nodded, all too familiar with the sentiment. "Anything you want to talk about? Or should I just shut up and turn the volume up?"

Angelo shook his head wearily. "It's just the same old stuff, y'know? Same old issues..."

"Yeah..." Bobby picked up the remote again, aiming it for the TV, and then paused. "You know. If you ever need to get away for a night, get some space all to yourself...the other half of my suite's empty, and you're welcome to crash there anytime..."

Angelo smiled slightly. "Thanks, man. Might well take you up on that - hate to keep disturbin' Jono on the bad nights." His mouth twisted wryly on those last words.

Bobby almost managed to suppress an eyeroll--almost. "Yeah. Wouldn't want to disturb the Prince of Darkness's beauty rest," he mumbled.

Angelo blinked, then half-grinned. "He says he doesn't sleep", he informed Bobby. "But he seems to be disturbed anyway."

That comment earned a snort. "Yeah, he's disturbed, all right." He grinned at Angelo. "Feel free to be my temporary roomie whenever you want, man."

Angelo gave him a genuine smile in return. "Thanks. Appreciate it."

"No problem." Bobby turned his attention to the TV, unmuting it and flipping through in the hopes of finding a nice late-night movie.