#thewardsof221b

"M'kay." He continued with the Apple, taking Bite, sometimes two and then handing it back to Bobby as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if he had always shared his things with Bobby. No. He could never give Bobby up. No matter what happened to him. "You wanna stay here? I'll go get us a mattress, blankets, pillows, we can sleep here." Again, he rubbed his fingers against Bobby's hand. "Sound good?"

"Share it with me." Shawn countered, gingerly rubbing his fingers against Bobby's palm. Just skin contact, all he wanted was Bobby to be close again. No.. That wasn't all he wanted, but for now? The comfort would be nice. Taking the apple back out, he took a bite, then offered it back to Bobby. Could he be fixed? How did one fix Psychological damage with a needle? It was Sherlock Holmes, the bastard did anything and everything. "Wanna head to bed, next? You can pick the room."

"Don't have much option." Shawn sighed, stepping back and letting Logan take control of the matter before he mirrored the man's movements. Jesus. He get's Bobby back, yes, but this... was a pet. An animal. And he hated himself for thinking that, but could he stay with Bobby while he was like this? Would he always be like this? After pocketing the apple, Shawn lowered himself until he was sitting on the floor, sitting back and leaving himself exposed. He trusted Bobby. "Hey," He greeted gently.

"An untreated, pathological feral mindset that may or may not go away with a different cure...." Shawn repeated. Or attempted to repeat. Holmes made it sound smarter, even if Shawn didn't entirely understand. "Basically, he's relying mostly on animal instincts and nothing else- hey." Reaching out, he took the apple and held out his hand to pull the kid out of the corner. "Hey, come on. We're gonna get you a nice warm bed to stay in, okay? We'll make you feel better."

"What do you mean you've /lost/ him?" Holmes' voice snapped, "Find him! You can't have him running around the hotel without supervision. Bring him to me when-- Yes. Of course. Shawn. Find him and bring him to me." The Detective faded and Shawn came into the room, looking annoyed like he had just been scolded by his mother for misplacing his toy. "Bobby?" He glanced at Logan, almost spoke, then noticed the glitch in the corner. "Dammit. Bobby. Don't run off like that. Scared the shit outta me."

Of course Logan would play difficult. That was all he played. With a reserved nod, Scott decided he could use the company. Having a second pair of eyes wouldn't hurt... But... First, he wanted to talk to Holmes. About making a permanently electric fence... That would be a godsend, and if they could get a list of supply needed... Maybe Logan was right, maybe Holmes was a valuable resource. "Eat," He ordered again, before slipping out.

"No." The leader ground out, after having kissed Logan back with vigor he hadn't wanted to use. Dammit, he was angry at him... but for reasons that were out of Logan's control. This was Scott's fault, he couldn't blame Logan. "I love you too, but no. I need to take first shift, Logan. I can't be inside, I can't sleep. So. Please. Just listen to me for once and eat and talk to Shawn and get healed." A quiet sigh and another gentle kiss. "Please."

"I'm fine, Logan." Scott swiped Logan's hand away. "On Edge. Worried about you for six fucking hours to find out you were half dead and the guy beside you was some shmuck from Crumpet town." He sighed and shook his head. "Worried about you and I lost seven kids because of it... Go talk to Shawn. No. Eat. Then go talk to him. I'm going to take first watch." A low sigh. "And second. And Third. And /maybe/ I'll be able to sleep tomorrow night..."