yourunichase | 60. Ask me no questions and I'll tell ya no lies.

[Judas quickly made his way to Parker's room and knocked briskly on the door. He'd had all day to compose himself despite the events that had occurred just the night before.]

It's Judas.

[Parker had expected him, so she had the bottle of vodka and the bottle of Tylenol all ready to go for him. It was a simple thing, but she was a little worried about giving him both considering the state he'd been in over the journals last night. She decided that perhaps it'd be better if they invited Adam in on their little Judas drinking lesson. Parker'd also mostly emptied the bottle, leaving four of the red and yellow pills in it.]

Come in.

[Judas nodded as he entered and looked around for either a)a place to sit or b)the items he requested. He could see the tylenol and vodka and hoped maybe he wouldn't have to deal with questions about Iago. He didn't want to think about the soldier, or even mention him.]

Thanks.

[Parker was standing there, smoking. Her room actually had a fair amount of comfortable seats, including a large couch and a bench at the end of her bed. She headed over to the bottles and then back towards him, the cigarette resting between her lips. When she spoke it was around it.]

You're not going to do anything stupid with this, are you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Judas did, he certainly did. He'd worked long enough in the Infirmary to know that generally, meds and alcohol did not work at all together. He sat down on the couch and lit his own cigarette before he held out his hand for the bottle.]

Judas, don't pull that shit with me.

[She held the bottles close to her chest, because she wasn't stupid. She wasn't going to give him the means to hurt himself; Parker would kick his ass first.]

[Judas took a deep inhale of his cigarette before he leaned back on the couch a little. When he gathered his thoughts, his tone was bitter.]

You don't trust me either, then? Join that clan. I'm sure I... Iago will be glad to have you.

I do trust you. [Parker said quickly, even though she had been about to say that she didn't. There was a moment where she just looked incredibly surprised because those were not words she expected to come out of her mouth. She didn't fucking trust anyone.]

What the fuck happened with Iago?

[Judas went back to his cigarette for a few minutes, deciding not to answer. After all, he wasn't affected by the flood in any way.]

[Parker frowned and handed him the bottle of Tylenol.] At least tell me how fucking hurt you are.

[Judas accepted the bottle and looked inside to only see four pills.]

I'm changing rooms.

[He certainly expected that to mean something.]

You're moving out of his room?

[She stared at him for a moment, and then offered the bottle to him.]

Or you're moving your old room?

[Judas accepted the bottle and pulled out two of the Tylenol. Carefully he balanced his cigarette on the arm of the couch as he washed back the two pills with a swig of vodka. He thought he was being badass, but then he winced and was very not-badass. Nonetheless, he replied:] Both.

Set my couch on fire and you're next, Jude.

[There was no heat in the threat, at least nothing that was personal if you knew Parker as well as Judas did. She picked up a crystal ashtray off the table and put his cigarette in it, then balanced that on the couch. When he winced, she nodded.]

We need to get those lessons going.

[At the both, Parker nodded.] You don't want him to be able to find you? Or memories? Or both? Cause I gotta tell ya, Judas, this fucking boat is not that big.

[Judas was well aware of that, knew that he would inevitably see the soldier again. The thought of him had the Apostle taking another drink from the bottle and considering those other two Tylenol.]

I need time. I just need a month... I can't... I just need to thicken up first.

Tell Sexby and the Marquis to get him to stay the hell away from you. Didn't they do that after we all got back from the Masterworld?

[Judas nodded quietly.]

But I still snuck into his room to see him. They aren't foolproof in any way.

[He set the bottle down on the floor so he could go back to smoking. He drew in long breaths of smoke before blowing them up at the ceiling but he couldn't help looking down at his left hand again and he absent ring.]

Maybe they can ask the Admiral to bar you entry to each other's rooms. That's what I'd do.

[She nodded quickly, and then dropped down into her chair, reaching over and snubbing her cigarette into the tray next to Judas. Parker noticed the ring, but she didn't say anything for a moment.]

Has Sexby given you permission for this?

[Judas shook his head and finished his cigarette before putting out the butt in the ashtray. He sat quietly before he reached down for the bottle and took a firm swig from it.]

Not yet.

Do you think he will?

[The question was asked quickly, but quietly. If he didn't, then Parker would offer him her room and she'd go bunk with Paddy. Nevermind, that would get rather awkward.]

[Judas admitted just as quietly:] I don't know.

[He pulled his feet up onto her, leaning further back against the couch, shaved head against the top of it.]

But I can't stay in that room.

If you need to, you can couch crash here. I'll... spend most of the night with Paddy.

[She'd be up and out by three.]

What made you cut your hair?

[Judas looked over at Parker at that mention of Paddy. He wanted to ask, but didn't know how to put it.]

He always liked my hair. One of the few things, I guess.

Did you like your hair?

[The question was asked quickly, and Parker fixed him with that even stare of hers while she waited for his response.]

[Judas fiddled with the cap of the vodka bottle as he debated.]

It doesn't matter.

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