#lostcfterdark

Wolfgang's eyes blinked open slowly. His head was pounding and the world was shaking under him. He took a deep breath only to tense, body on alert immediately as snippets of last night's events returned to him. He bit back a groan of discomfort as he sat up and his back and head complained loudly. Still, he reached instinctively for where he usually kept his gun only to find it was missing. Fuck. Wolfgang's eyes took in his surroundings, skirting over what appeared to be another person a few feet from him for the moment as he recognized the outfit. He stood slowly, limping his way over to Laurie and nudging him with his foot once before leaning down to make sure there was a pulse.

Will whistled as he walked around the scene, commenting on the terrain as he did and encouraging Wolfgang to find a weapon fast. "I'll do some research in a few. You need to find clean water..."

Gaden wasn't a fast walker either, so Laurie's hand would stay on his back as long as he kept it there. He was used to hands—albeit Volker's—allover his body. Seriously, there wasn't anywhere (i.e. penile and rectal grafts) he hadn't been touched for medical purposes. So a friendly hand on his back was simply ... comfortable.

"He's got both our numbers on his tag," answered Gaden, looking between Cooper, and Laurie, and the absence of Scrappy.

Gilmary had noted the bag very early on but decided not to ask about it; after all, there was a chance the contents of said bag had nothing to do with him, and he wanted to avoid that kind of embarrassment.

He decided to take ‘mysterious’ as a compliment, since he generally tried to avoid the surlier of Irish stereotypes but he knew the word always came with connotations—most frequently an indignation towards the fact that he, as doctor, knew more about them than they did about him. They is patients, of course.

“I wouldn’t know who you talk to, Laurie,” Gil said evenly, “since you’ve never mentioned any friends or relations, and I don’t tend to pry about either of those, since they most always are a highly sensitive subject … ”

Leaning in to look at the photo meant he’d be (albeit temporarily) a lot closer to Laurie, which Gilmary didn’t mind at all, and he used up every ticking second he was given an excuse to compare his features to the bloodied version on the little screen. There was a moment or a glimpse of one in which Gilmary raised his hand to run his fingers along the area of healing but he caught himself before his elbow even twitched like he was thinking about touching the other man.

he had had his eye on this one throughout the whole of the year. if he had to bet on who was going to end up underneath him in this office, he would've won hands down. too bad he hadn't. "lock the door? why would i do that?" he questions, with a tilt of his head. "i didn't peg you for being shy." they were still within office hours, and the door indeed was still unlocked. but ezra is aware that the students who needed to attend today were all flunks, just like laurie. and at the end of the day, what did it matter? no one would believe them if they spoke out, anway. ezra's reptuation here was too solidified in it's culture for it to make any difference.

daniel hadn't been sure if he had meant it as a challenge, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't like the way things were turning. does he think he can stay quiet? fuck no. was he willing to try anyway? fuck yes. and did he have the money to pay out if he lost? sure. so, what would daniel get if he won? he smiles as he's tugged closer, and leans into the affectionate touch on his cheek. thinking.