#sxientist

He barely had the capacity to remember why he’d bothered coming over; in sobriety, he knew he had wanted to. But in a drunken stupor, Octavius managed to will himself all the way to Norman’s door. Now that his own condo was left empty- none other than himself- he couldn’t itch the need for companionship. Every day, he was either at Oscorp or Norman’s home... and it seems that itch had farther extended into the night. Already a few beers ahead of Norman, Otto knocked on his door, actuators steadying him but with the finesse of cats with cones on their heads.

Bright bright bright bright-

The hospital sheets were constricting. Itchy. Felt like they were about to pull her in, throttle her right there and then.

Needles. Hands pinning her down. Someone's screaming. Why does her throat hurt?

More hands, they won't stop. A new one on her shoulder-

The Goblin jumped up, immediately biting the assailant upon her awakening. She had to grab a weapon, save herself, get out-

But she wasn't in a hospital.

Green looked over, found that the man who grabbed her was just Norman, looking confused and pissed as he held his hand.

Oh shit.

From below the Shack, the sound of muffled shouts seeps out from the vending machine, followed by a distinct crashing noise, and then…louder yelling. 

“ Not-it, ”   he blurts out while touching the tip of his nose, but alas, a second after Mabel. He gets up with a sigh ( a groan ) and an eye roll — Soos luckily ( unfortunately ) entertaining the tourists outside, allowing him to slip behind the vending machine. Inside, waiting for the elevator to descend, he just hoped they hadn’t killed each other yet.   [ Wasn’t this exactly what two years on a boat was supposed to solve? ]

there were a number of ways in which harry could take this, but his first reaction, pushing aside the paranoia ?? was that the other genuinely seemed to want to help. despite the threat. narrowing his gaze; analysing the other for a moment, he backed up, in two minds. first was baseline reluctance; who was to say what kind of backlash he’d get, and there were plenty of other unmanned drugstores around. second ?? he wasn't from this universe anyway, so what did it matter ?? 

“     and you’ve got a reason for wanting to help me ??    ”

     “Norman! Gosh, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

She sat across from the bed in the antique arm chair she pulled from the study, hands placed in her lap as she stared at the stranger, patiently awaiting some explanation as of why she had found him in such a bloodied state, in her Ayrshire Splendens shrub no less. That made her blood simmer just a tad. And now, either unable to recall the events that landed in him there, or rather not say out for what reason Ambrosine did not know, he wouldn't say.

"No, though the gesture is appreciated, I have no need for compensation.", she shook her head. The night had been long brought in, the moon shining its silvery glow into the drawn windows behind them, facing out and above the streets below the upper level of the brownstone which the bedroom was. The silence was accompanied by the crackling and settling of wood that burned steadily in the fireplace, before she spoke again to break the quiet.

"You're in no shape to walk, not right now anyway. If you need, you can have this room tonight and allowed to call whomever in the morning to come get you."

Though miffed at his lack of answers, and her broken rose shrub, she wouldn't kick him out in the cold, not like that, anyway.