SATURDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL (The World)

[gluttoning]

[FOOTBALL NOISES

aka this for IRL football watching or any communications outside Fragment. Yay football. :)]

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[tylorific]

[ Tylor turns back to the cast while Bear makes his selection. There's more shifting on the sliver of hospital bed he's claimed, gingerly near Bear as he leans back over his leg.

Over his shoulder, he glances back to Bear with his answer. ]

Of course I will. We'll all still care about you too, even if we can't play together. So don't worry.

[ Bear gets an even warmer smile out of Tylor for his worry, before Tylor turns back to the cast-- ] But why wouldn't you come back? I figured you'd have even more time for it now.

Are you going to the conference?

[gluttoning]

[There's a visible wince at the remark, though he doesn't correct him. He's not wrong.]

I don't know if I can. When I talked to the doctors this morning, they weren't sure if I'd be able to leave the hospital before next week.

I want to be there. But if I miss it, I lose beta access.

[tylorific]

Well, that's not really fair.

[ Tylor keeps working on the color with a soft hum right before he perks up and points his gold sharpie at Bear. ]

What if we break you out?

[gluttoning]

[He blinks at the smell of Sharpie being pointed directly at him.]

...Break me out of... what?

The hospital?

[tylorific]

Yeah, where else? It's not like it's illegal.

[ Tylor says it like it's no big deal too. ]

We'd be careful with your leg and everything.

[ Back to coloring with a shrug-- ] But it's up to you.

[gluttoning]

[hey siri how can i tell if my friend is detached from reality]

I-- I'm being watched by a ton of press, Tylor, that would end up over the news overnight if I just vanished. And Lucas wouldn't let any of you hear the end of it, either!

[His reputation is already rolling down a hill, man!]

I-- no. No.

I need to stay here and get better.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor laughs without interrupting the half colored in lion. Like he expected Bear's answer anyway. ]

But it was fun to think about for a second, wasn't it?

[ He goes on, a shade softer as he turns back to find a color for the lion's mane. ]

But I really did mean it. Whether you're in game or not, it's not like we'll leave you behind. You matter too much to all of us now.

[ A glance to Bear, tone lighter again-- ] Sorry, you're stuck with us.

[gluttoning]

I don't know you guys would manage. I'd be kind of big to get out of here without someone noticing right away...

[It's end up like a comedy movie..... the thought does get Barrett to laugh quietly under his breath, at least, the smile staying behind at the quieter pass of Tylor's words.]

...I guess so. I didn't think any of you would be coming back like this...

Thanks, Tylor. I'll try to remember that.

[tylorific]

Oh, we'd figure it out! Hospitals are busy and full of wheelchairs too. I got in tonight, didn't I?

[ His response is playful now, smile in his voice. And don't mind him trying to find a marker to match Bear's actual hair. He even leans on one arm again to hold one up to check how close it is. But he gets distracted asking-- ]

Really? Why did you think that?

[gluttoning]

Yeah, but I've got a big thing over three feet long you'd have to get through doors somehow. I don't think we'd be moving very fast.

[It's a very silly mental image, even as he looks for a reddish color--]

Oh. Well.

You haven't really known me that long. You're not like my teammates, or my family.

I thought it might be something you'd see me once about, and then go home. You've got lives to live, right?

[tylorific]

Sure, but I haven't known any of you that long.

[ He says it too breezy. But, right, Tylor has been trying to get better at this. Instead of leaving things vague like normal, he pauses after he sits back with his marker. ]

Well, actually, I didn't really have any friends before the beta.

You're a really nice guy and you care about everyone so much. I want to take care of you too sometimes, I think.

[gluttoning]

[He'd roll his eyes a little at the comeback, but Tylor continuing forces him to stop the urge before it starts, pausing to look him over a little.]

...Do you get lonely a lot, Tylor?

[tylorific]

... not so much anymore.

[ He doesn't turn away again just yet. ]

What about you?

[gluttoning]

...Sometimes.

[He's not doing a very good job at this mandala, but he's still trying to stay in the lines.]

I never really liked being left alone.

It's easier when my family's so big, though. We always have someone.

[tylorific]

Oh, I see.

[ Tylor watches his face as he answers, gaze drifting to the mandala. Sharing, it still takes an effort but somehow it isn't so hard like this. ]

Me neither.

But is that really what it's like, having a big family?

[gluttoning]

I don't know if it is for everyone. But it is for us.

[Finished with the red, he slips it back into the package, trying to find another color to move on to.]

Only one time that I remember it really wasn't like that.

[tylorific]

Oh. When was that?

[ Tylor's voice is still soft as he watches. ]

cw: parental abuse

[gluttoning]

A while ago. I was twelve, I think.

[He works on easing out a yellow color.]

Our dad was a piece of work. It took a while for us to be able to get away from him. Didn't happen overnight, either.

For a while, while the courts were arguing about medical stuff, it was just my twin and I stuck with him. That man would separate us a lot if he got mad. Called it discipline. I'd always wonder if Booker was going to be okay. He needed a lot of care. Dad didn't always give it to him, even though he told the courts he did.

I hated those kind of nights.

[tylorific]

That's not a real father.

[ The words come too fast, with an edge that Bear hasn't heard from him before, then he pauses.

Bear had mentioned them before. Booker, the others. Tylor had been learning the brothers showed up while he was around, without even trying. But this detail is new. He moves to reach for Bear's hand, only to stop himself again. ]

Is it harder for you to sleep alone?

[ The too, goes unspoken. Because napping in game is better than sleeping alone offline. ]

[gluttoning]

[Hm. It's weird to hear Tylor actually get some bite to him.

Barrett exhales sharply, expression taking on a bitter edge.]

He's got no part of us now. So I don't care what he is anymore. He just needs to leave us alone.

[The yellow travels the paper, his pace hesitating as he lets his eyes glance up at Tylor, then back to what he's doing.]

...Sometimes. For a while, I couldn't manage it unless someone held my hand.

It's gotten a little easier now that I'm older. I know they're all okay now. I'd like to keep it that way.

[tylorific]

I walked until I couldn't anymore. Sometimes I got lost.

[ Tylor answers, now that he's turning back to the cast. The lion's mane is calling him. ]

It'll all work out though. All you can do is your best, and the rest will sort itself out in the end.

You can call me anytime though, you know. I'm not like you, able to handle all these responsibilities and worries. I can be there for Hani and Morgan though. For you.

[gluttoning]

[To walk until he just dropped from exhaustion... Barrett hates that he can relate to the feeling of it, even though the thought doesn't reach his lips.]

...You still think so...?

I'm glad you're still trying to say as much, Tylor. I... don't know if I believe it all that much right now.

[tylorific]

I really do, whether you believe me or not.

But it's okay, you don't have to believe it too. The world would be pretty boring if we were all the same.

[gluttoning]

I guess.

[The pen halts, bleeding color through the paper, past the lines.]

I just wonder what my best will be anymore.

[tylorific]

Whatever your best is, is always enough.

Bear, are you worried about not being strong enough?

[ As he asks it, he turns to face Bear. Genuine care lives there in dark blue, but he doesn't think he's wrong either.

He caps his own marker without looking, resting one hand against his cast. Eyes on Bear, Tylor's thumb rubs idly where it can be seen but not truly felt; petting the Lion's head as if that could fix his leg.

This time, Tylor does reach for Bear's hand with the other, dropping his own marker along the way to reach for where ink is bleeding through, to stop the flooding. For once, his height is useful, when he's stretched and not slouching. ]