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Vorpal	It had been a bit of an ordeal. When the Titans arrived to the infirmary last night, all of Vorpal's vitals checked out- he did not have any visible wounds, although his uniform was torn in places where the tentacles had grabbed especially hard. But still, the medical intern on shift could find no medical reason for the Cheshire Cat to remain unconscious, though not comatose. A quick consultation with Doctor Devers, who was the first medical contact, didn't give any ideas. And then, the good doctor remembered, "This is a magical person, correct?" That was the key clue. Doctor Devers happened to know a certain Doctor Carnacki, Elena, whom she consulted from time to time in cases of supernatural meta human patients. Doctor Carnacki, as it happened, was in Bavaria at the time, but she was more than happy to join the consultation over video conference. "As I understand, from the events that you lived through last night," Doctor Carnacki said, peering at the team through the view screen, "is that you encountered a parasitical supernatural creature that fed off the life energy of others, and that for an indeterminate amount of time this creature kept your friend captive." She shuffles papers around and reads through another set of notes. "From the files you've sent me on Vorpal, it's evident that he is a magical person attuned to the energies of chaos. Now, my studies have taught me..." she pushes her glasses back up her nose, "that chaotic magic is often quite attractive to certain entities, and will attempt to incapacitate a vessel and drain it. This, of course, can cause severe trauma and even permanent damage should the victim be drained completely. Fortunately, this would have taken several hours for someone of Vorpal's capacity. He is fortunate that you were able to snap free of your snares that easilly to rescue him in time." The woman, with prominent features, formidable eyebrows and a mass of curly black hair, sits back on her chair and says, "I believe he is suffering from a disturbance in his thaumic field, and he should even out in a short amount of time once his organism has had a chance to recover. However, if you wish to ensure he does not lose more energy than he is currently recovering, you may place a circle of salt around his bed- simple sea salt should work just fine, as a simple containment and protective seal. If he doesn't improve within twenty-four hours, call me back." It is close to noon now, and Vorpal's breathing is regular as he lays in his bed at the infirmary. Sunlight streams through the windows, making the already sterile place shine.
Beast Boy	However long they were inside the house, Gar doesn't really know. He'd just been getting home with some potentially good news, and as is often the case with people like them, they were thrust into something totally crazy. I mean, the entity or house or whatever the hell it was pretended to be his /mom/ and somehow it even briefly negated his own abilities...or so it seemed. Once Gar got enough of his wits about him - shut up - he broke through the illusions in time to find Vorpal while Raven dealt with the bigger problem. Since returning to the Tower, specifically the medbay, Beast Boy was a steady presence. He knew the basics of first aid in the field, but this was generally beyond his level of comprehension. Just /had/ to fall for a magical catboy, didn't you Gar? All the same, he did not leave the room. Pit stop nearby if nature called? Check. Hungry? Food could be brought, though his appetite was on the low side. Sleep? Not yet, but a short cat-nap could do. Mainly, he was there to provide support and assistance as Tommy was monitored, and when the light bulb lit up in Dr. Devers, it wasn't long before they got Dr. Carnacki on the line over the video call. Leaving out pretty much everything that had to do with what he saw, Gar explained the situation he found Tommy in and what happened afterward, helping the good doc with her hypothesis. "It sure was chaotic, all right," he mumbled to nobody in particular, though a corner of his mouth twitched upward in an allowed smile when she brings up what helped him get to Vorpal so quickly. But, it could have gone so much worse. With the recovery plan in place, he went to get all the salt he could find, surrounding the bed as directed whether she meant around the area itself or actually touching the bedding next to Tommy. Then, it was speeding up to slow down again with the waiting. Gar's nose wrinkled, indicative of his dislike for the sterile conditions in general. Bad memories.
Vorpal	Eventually, closer to lunchtime, Vorpal begins to stir. At first it's mumbling here and there, as if he were dreaming, but then little by little the cat beings to show signs of activity. Eventually he opens his green eyes, unfocused and disoriented at first, and stares at the ceiling for a few seconds before finally training them on the one spot of color in the room- green. "... Garfield?" He blinks a few times, the sunlight confusing him, "Where am I?" Obviously he is somewhat disoriented.. Then, his nose wrinkles at the scent he picks up... "Why does this place smell like the Marianas trench?" he's picking up the salt.
Beast Boy	At that moment, Beast Boy just happens to be mid-nap. He's slumped in a chair, both legs stretched out, one arm across his lap, the other dangling off the side, his head tilted back and just in the right position that a line of drool is making a break for it. "Snxxxhhuhhwhaat?" That name again. His name, and he blinks a few times as he jerks upright in the chair as if he was zapped back to consciousness, the drool flipping back up into his face. "Mnnnf." Wiping it away with both hands, he knuckle-rubs at his eyes for a few seconds, then hazy awareness gives way to more alertness as he all but bounds out of the chair, hands coming to rest at the edge of the bed. "You're awake!" It's a good thing he's not playing puppers right now, because the mood would be even more obvious. "We're in the medbay. How do you feel? Dude, you've been totally out."
Vorpal	"I feel like someone used me to wipe down every counter in the tower and then hung me out to dry." He groans and tries to sit up, but decides he can lay down for a little bit more, just in case. Frowning, he looks over at Beast Boy. "Last thing I remember... you were in distress. I got pushed, then it got very dark..." A hand reaches out and rests on one of Gar's at the edge of the bed, "But you're okay, right?"
Beast Boy	Beast Boy deadpans, "You might not be far from the truth, man. I'm fine, though." For the time being, he decides to spare Vorpal all the details of what he was going through in that room, for it's kind of what he tends to do at first most of the time, and focuses instead on the feline as his hand turns so it can take Tommy's in and give it a reassuring squeeze. "You were getting dragged off by this big tentacle beast, but I went all 'raaar I'm a tiger' and mauled the f...hell out of it and got you back to the main room. Raven figured out what she had to do and did it, then we came back here. Dr. Devers remembered you're all magical and Dr. Carnacki thought the salt would help you recover a little faster, like a ring of protection sort of thing." Bright, fangy grin. All is well in Beast Boy's world again!
Vorpal	"Wait, I got attacked by a *tentacle monster*?" Vorpal sighs and shakes his head, "Geez, now that makes some of the worst fanfiction on me out there at least partially right in some way. That's not the timeline I want to live in." He lifts an eyebrow at Beast Boy's grin. "So if what you are saying is accurate, you saved my life, didn't you?" With some effort, he manages to slowly sit up on the bed. He moves as if he were very tired, alhtough his face is alert and alive.
Beast Boy	"I didn't actually /see/ the monster the tentacles were attached to, but..yeah, pretty much." Gar nods once to this. "It had you down around the legs, see?" He points to that part of the costume. "And it was dragging you off like it was a caveman and you were...okay, we're gonna forget that visual." He waves his free hand back and forth, shaking his head to go with it. Beast Boy adds, "Anyway, nobody else has to know about that part, and maybe Raven would have handled it in time, but going by what Dr. Carnacki figured? Yeah, pretty much." The free hand adjusts to give Vorpal some support at his back and shoulder, just in case sitting up proves to be too much for him right now.
Vorpal	"Well, I think that was a very good deed of yours. I happen to be terribly attached to my life. Losing it would have come across as terribly careless." He gives Gar a soft smile. "I happen to think rewarding good deeds is very important." He leans over, resting an elbow on the side of the bed. "What do you think about the matter?"
Beast Boy	"And who knows how many you've already lost, cat?" Gar tries to tease, if lightly. "I couldn't risk that being your ninth one, you know? Besides, that's what Titans do. We look out for each other." The hand rubs up and down the shoulder area slowly, just an attempt to help Vorpal feel a little better after what he went through. "Ooh, a reward like a free gyro next time we're down around some of the food carts?" He beams.
Vorpal	"Maybe, if you happen to like edible rewards." Vorpal smirks, and leans a little into Gar's hand. It is not quite clear if he's doing it consciously, or out of instinct. "You were going to say something as you got back last night. Remember? Right before our lives became a whirlwind of darkness and Alchemy Gothic fashion?" He peers around the infirmary. Unlike Gar, he doesn't have negative memories assoicated with sterile environments. But they sure are depressing. "Man, you'd think they could hang a picture or something around here..."
Beast Boy	The hand is a stable presence. Gar himself is stable, for now. Just keep the bad thing in the house bottled up, hope it doesn't pick a bad time to make its presence known. Happy smiles. Jokes. Everything is good. He doesn't push anything, giving Vorpal the room he needs to do as he will. "I /do/ like to eat. All that shifting burns a bunch of calories, you know," he answers, that underbite showing up again as the fang pokes up from his grin. "In fact if I was keeping track, I might have burned like five gyros worth just saving your tail." Not even the atmosphere of the medbay is enough to dampen Beast Boy's spirits. "If you're going to be here much more, we could hang one of my publicity photos on the wall right over there." Eyes flick toward a prime spot above the bed, then he looks back at his shorter teammate. "Hmm? Oh! Right, yeah. I told you I was going out to Hollywood to do some auditions, remember?"
Vorpal	Vorpal laughs, "Publicity photos? I don't know, I prefer the real thing right here. You're a lot less two-dimensional." He seems about to say more, but then Gar gets back on track with his new. "Oh, yes, yes, you went out to do the whole audition tour and whatnot. I take it by the spring in your step that you had some luck?" Vorpal does not object to the hand at all. In fact, he seems to welcome the contactt, going as far as reaching over and running his fingers along Gar's arm absent-mindedly.
Beast Boy	"Yyyeeeaaahhh, but I don't like being in here any more than you," Beast Boy confesses, even if he stuck around when things were up in the air with Vorpal's status. "And if I'm gonna be here, I don't need to be on the wall." He leaves that thought to be shifted off to the side, the other news of more interest right now. "Yeah, I did a few tryouts. Blanka for a new Street Fighter movie, this and that. I can do animal makeup, but you know how it is with some of these studios. I'm already green, so why waste the money when I can just be typecast as something green already?" Gar rolls his eyes. It's no secret the well has been dry since Pete's Dragon. For some reason he just wasn't able to capitalize on that one. Has he hit the wall for child animal actors? Is there even one for child animal actors to begin with? "Anyway, the one I'm really hoping for? They're doing a live-action version of..well, I can't /say/ what it is but it's a story about toys, if you know what I mean. I tried for the dinosaur part and I think they liked it." He grins, as much from sharing the news as the fingers that trail up and down his arm, earning a glance down there as the hand at Vorpal's back kneads once.
Vorpal	"That is wonderful, Gar!" Vorpal has known Gar has been dry for a while. For a while there had been talk of him playing Elphaba's son in the movie sequel to Wicked, but that has been in hollywood hell for a while. The Cheshire cat raises his eyebrows and lowers his head, so he is looking up at Gar, "Of course, if you get the role, that means you're going to be away for months." "What am I going to do, all by myself, here?" he says, clearly teasing Gar, "While you go gallivanting through tinsel town, breaking hearts and partying with all the cute guys?"
Beast Boy	"Royalties are cool, but I need something new and I can totally do..you know." Gar mimes the short arms of a T-Rex, without actually turning into one because the infirmary is /kind of important/ to keep in one piece. Then the hands are back where they were and he chews at his bottom lip. "About that..I don't know what kind of pull I'll have if I get the job, but maybe I can talk to them about how big the part will be and if I can spend some more time away from shooting to do stuff with you and the Titans. I can't completely give that side of things up." Even if Vorpal is teasing him, which he's 'with it' enough to get, he reminds with a poking of a finger to the other's nose, "And you can just as easily rabbit hole your way into my trailer, if I get one, and I can show you around town."
Vorpal	"Did I hear right? You're inviting me to your trailer, Mister Logan?" Vorpal notches the teasing up a little. "But won't people talk? You'll get swarmed by paparazzi wanting to know if you've started dating the Pink Panther." He traces a figertip up Gar's forearm and bicep, and back down again, "That could cramp your style as an eligible bachelor, if you catch my drift. You don't want to give your fans the wrong impression, do you?" he is teasing, yes, but he's also probing for an answer with a question he doesn't quite dare ask. "I've never been to Hollywood. Orange County, yes, but that's not really the same, now, is it? It's not the same level of insanity and ecccentricity, just insanity."
Beast Boy	"I mean, I know you were a little starstruck the first time we met, when I was looking for someone to help with my social media stuff." He plants a finger against Vorpal's lips, so long as the cat doesn't shift away from it. "And don't say you weren't. I can tell these things. But, so what if they talk? It hasn't exactly been a secret, has it?" Even if it's been a little on again, off again at times, more because of Gar himself? Clearing his throat, he adds, "I..don't care if people know we've dated. Maybe it's cool being on those lists, people wondering 'Oh, when is he going to? /Is/ he going to?'" Are they talking about /that/ or just something more normal like being seen in a public relationship? His head tilts as he has to take a moment to evaluate that against the teasing in general, but he shakes his head. "Whatever the case, we'll go there whether I get the part or not. We'll check out some spots, as long as you don't mind camera flashes and dumb, obnoxious questions. From others, I mean." The finger that makes a path up and down the arm, crossing over from green skin to black sleeve and back causes a little grin to form again.
Vorpal	Vorpal doesn't shift away from the touch on his lips, and lets gar say his piece. When Beast Boy is done, he admits "Alright, yeah, I was star struck. Who wouldn't be? I'm affraid I was a total doofus." Then he nuzzles Gar's hand before he has a chance to take it away, "That being saidd... it does make a guy a little uncertain, going out to the dance floor only to find one's partner has absconded somewhere out of sight, if you catch my drift. It can make a guy wonder if he truly wants to dance with you." "It all sounds... very lovely and very exciting. But I'm afraid I might be a little wary of being left solo again," he leans back on his hands, acquiring a little distance from Garfield, though nothing insurmountable by any stretch of the imagination. "To your credit, though, every time we've parted, I have missed you terribly, a lot more than my desire to smother you with a pillow, so that is a good thing, right?" he asks, his expression becoming hard to read, but his eyes are very alert, watching Gar closely.
Beast Boy	Beast Boy snorts. "That's because you /are/ a total doofus," he retorts, unable to resist it as a brightly attentive expression crosses his features at the impulsive nuzzling. So very catlike. Then the hand shifts away so he can use it to rub the back of his neck in a self-conscious way. "I know what you mean, though. Sometimes I'm not very good at saying what I want to say, or knowing the right thing /to/ say." He alternates between meeting Vorpal's eyes with his and glancing at other parts of him, the medbed, his own arms. "And I know I was wrong last year when I didn't tell you why I left for so long. I understand how that left you feeling." Even if apologies were made and they got through things, it's clear that's still weighed on him at times. "Then last night happened, and if I ever ask about going to a haunted house you have full permission to tell me I'm being a huge idiot, but I was worried, man. I really was." His hands come to rest at the edge of the bed, on the bars that can slide up to keep someone from rolling off. The green guy stifles a laugh. "I'd rather be smothered with something other than a pillow, if you know what /I/ mean. But I don't want you to think I don't care about you when I'm off being stupid and forgetting about what's important."
Vorpal	"And I was worried, too. Gar, what did you hear back there? I didn't hear it..." He suddenly leans forward, one hand reaching out to touch Gar's chin and lift his face up so they are looking each other in the eye. "What happened that you had to physically restrain your own legs?" at least that part of the night was clear in his memory. His expression is one of worry, and the Cheshire leans even closer, as if to establish an air of intimacy where whatever is spoken will remain a secret-- And this has nothing to do with the possibility that Damian could be listening at some point, because Vorpal knows that Damian knows that he will Rabbit Hole him into the South Sea if he ever catches him snoopingg-- "Anything that can get you like that... I want to understand. You protected me last night. I need to know how to do the same for you."
Beast Boy	Here it comes. Gar isn't going to get out of this one that easily, even if it becomes evasive maneuver time for his eyes, even if Vorpal's got his chin in hand. By the time his eyes center on the feline's, they're glistening wet, unable to mask a sadness. "Tommy," he says, going away from codenames for a minute, lowering his voice to barely above a whisper and not because Damian might be eavesdropping somehow. "It was my mom. She was calling my name. Then after you got, uh, smacked into the room, I turned into a tiger and chased after you but you weren't there. Instead it was like my old place and she was there but she was older like she would have been now, and somehow I turned back into me but I was me /before/ I was me, just the same age. My bedroom had everything, even the Flash picture." He forces a swallow, supposing aloud, "I think it was trying to trap me in there long enough to get you, or maybe get us both."
Vorpal	Tommy's expression changes, seeing the unspilled tears in Gar's eyes. With a little effort, he leans forward still and wraps his arms around Garfield, pullling him with a tight hug. Who, among those who know anything of superheroes, doesn't know the story of Marie and Mark Logan? Gar's origin story had been the focus of more than a few articles, and every time the green Titan appeared in an article, it was revisited. In fact, Tommy once wrote an article on Gar, himself, when he was working at that superhero media site, before his transformation. 'Why Beast Boy Is The Best Boy' was meant to be one of those fluff articles to appeal to Gar's fan base, without much content needed. Tommy hadn't stayed with the editorial plan, instead writing an article about how Gar was an inspirational figure, having faced so much hardship and yet managing to retain such an attitude. It became a very popular article, which he could get away with in the days before Moon took over the website. He had not written it under Tommy Hunter, but under the username GreenBeansAndHam. As far as he knows, Gar has no idea it was him. "I'm so sorry..." he says in a heartfelt tone, as he pulls Gar close into the hug..
Beast Boy	Beast Boy has read that story, though it's one of the furthest things from his mind right now. "I know," is all he says for the moment. The hug breaks eye contact, which is all right in his book for now for it hides a couple tears that roll down his cheeks with nothing there to absorb them. Hands and arms slide around Vorpal as he leans into the embrace, and his voice is both felt along with heard, leading to a run-on sentence of a response. "She asked about my friend from college coming over and I think she meant you but I wasn't sure and when I asked where you were it was like she or the house or whatever was stalling and trying to buy time and get me to stay and part of me wanted to but all that was on my mind was getting out of there and finding you." So, Vorpal can determine what that means, should be able to pretty easily.
Vorpal	Tommy frowns and continues the hug, one hand going up to gently run his fingers through Gar's hair. He has to control the anger that surges through him, because it has no possible object upon which he can discharge it- hitting an orphan with his parents, that sort of trick is the lowest of the low. Unfortunately, Raven already took care of the spirit threat, so there is no-one he can visit his vengeance upon. So, instead, he focuses on comforting the green Titan. The meaning of what Gar says at the end begins to dawn on him, and he blinks a couple of times. "But you got me out. You found me," he says quietly, "... Gar... let it out. If you need to. It's only me here...."
Beast Boy	There's no sound to go with it, but Vorpal can feel the result of Gar's shoulders and chest rising and falling rapidly a few times. It's the most he can allow himself to show right now, even if he's being encouraged to go further with it if he has to. Yes, what the house or spirit or whatever they faced in there did was pure evil, but it did show Gar something about himself: that he could leave the past in the past to fight for the present. "So.." he sniffs a couple times. "That's what happened. The room sort of tore away and I was back in the hallway and you were being dragged off into the darkness. Then I got you back."
Vorpal	When Gar cries, Tommy holds him closer, protectively. He keeps him held for a long time. After he has spoken, the Cheshire cat slowly loosens his hold and leans back a little. His hands come up to rest on either side of Gar's tear-streaked face. "You didn't deserve that. I am so sorry..." he sighs and leans forward, and touches his nose to the green boy's. "I've given you a hard time, too. And you've been a little shit sometimes," he says, a small smile showing, "But you've got a good heart. I should've kept this from happening, I should've been more vigilant, Raven -warned- me, and I goofed up, and then you had to see... that."
Beast Boy	Beast Boy doesn't let too much out - he's used to keeping it inside, in check - but something is enough. He clings closer for those few moments, a tighter embrace, and when the hands settle against his cheeks and stay there, he first reacts with a look of confusion before impulsively nuzzling noses in return. "Whatever you're thinking, it's not your fault. You were just trying to help me. How could we have known what would happen in there?" The words are a little stilted thanks to the hands pressing in where they do. "But, you know, even if it was all fake I got to see my mom the way she probably would have looked, and I saw me the way I would have looked and that wasn't the worst thing ever even if she yelled when I left. I know it was the..the stuff going on." Then he adds with a hint of a twinkle in his eyes, "And you're a littler shit. Are you ever going to have an actual growth spurt?"
Vorpal	Vorpal's eyes go wide, "Shut up you little shit!" He laughs suddenly, still holding on to Gar's face, noses touching, "I used to be almost six feet tall before I got turned into this, so you better respect me! I could've been a basketball all star! Everybody would have wanted my autograph and I would've been the adoration of millions! I gave all of that up to save the world by playing third fiddle to the murderbat, so I think I am owed something for my pains!!"
Beast Boy	Try as he might, and right now there isn't much effort being put into it, Gar can't seem to pull himself away from the grabby hands, so the noses stay in contact as his hands brace himself against the side of the bed. "Oh yeah? Instead I'm the child animal actor star, I'm the one signing the autographs, and adored by..well, some people." He hasn't checked his follower count in a little while. Then, "And what do you think you're owed, hmm?" A greener eyebrow slides upward, much like The Rock has been known to do.
Vorpal	Vorpal's chuckles die away slowly and he's left with a smile. His hands then move up and down on Gar's cheeks, stroking them absent-mindedly. The smile fades away into a close-lipped one, and his eyes scan Gar's face, as if memorizing it. "No matter how hard I try, I always sort of end up back here, don't I?" he says softly, "Damn those eyes of yours and that smile., Garfield Logan." He exhales a little and reaches over with his thumb to wipe away the remains of t ears on his cheeks, "You look a mess, did you know that?"
Beast Boy	Beast Boy returns the smile, complete with the fangy underbite on one side back again, even if he's still a little impacted by sharing what happened inside the hell house. "Funny how that works, isn't it?" he says airily, eyes going half-lidded at the rubbing of his cheeks. Only way it'd be better is with fur! Tears slid away, the eyes blink quickly a few times, as if something was caught in them. "You look more of a mess. What are we going to do about it? I don't really want to stay in here much longer, do you?" One of his own hands appears stealthily up between Vorpal's ears. *scritch*
Vorpal	"Not in the least. I'm ready to just about leave... though I'll probably need assistance going anywhere for a bit...." he sighs. And then, out of nowhere, he leans forward and without premeditation or forethought, he touches his lips to Gar and places a kiss on them, one hand still touching the green Titan's cheek, the other one resting on the bed to keep him steady.
Beast Boy	There's a moment or two of silence, then the feel of a nod from Gar as he begins to say, "Yeah. Maybe we should get you some food and--" And there's a kiss, something that, even for them, has been a rarity. His eyes widen briefly, then he sort of exhales everything out of the corner of his mouth and his nose, a little shiver passing down his spine as the hand between the ears slides down to the back of Vorpal's head, his other one also against the bed. He finds himself pressing back into the kiss with one of his own as his eyes drift closed. "Mmmm.."
Vorpal	Tommy's eyes are closed by the end, a well, and he prolongs the kiss for quite a while... but he doesn't let it go further than lips touching. Not yet, anyways. He slowly pulls back and exhales, eyes blinking open. He stays silent for a bit, and then he licks his lips, staring at Garfield. "... Just... don't run away this time. Okay?" he says quietly, eyes naked and fully exposed, the mask of mischief is lowered, for now.
Beast Boy	Beast Boy lets it go for as long as both of them seem comfortable with, not pushing beyond any boundaries he can detect. It's the right thing to do, especially now with them both having exposed parts of themselves that reveal deeper feelings and troubles. For his part, Gar is left a little breathless and while he does much the same with his own lips and eyes afterward, he's quiet for a very, very long time. Like, fifteen seconds! "If I do..I want you to come with me. But if you ever have to remind me or make sure I don't stray.." he says, leaving it there, just giving room for Vorpal to be thinking about it.
Vorpal	Tommy thinks for a little, and then he touches the side of the bed, touching the button that will cause thhe handrail to lower itself. He then sings his legs around, so that he is sitting on the side of the bed. "And how would you stray?" Tommy asks, looking at Gar straight in the eye. He reaches out and grab Gar's arms with both of his hands, pulling him in.
Beast Boy	"Wellll, you have stray dogs, stray cats, stray marmosets..probably somewhere, right?" Gar asks, threatening to slip back into a goofier mode again even as he offers a hand to help Vorpal reposition himself. It's a precursor to standing, and if that requires a helping hand and a body to lean against, it'll be there. Instead, he steps up closer at the pull, his head canting to the side. Were he doing the pupper thing it'd be suuuuper cute. Even now, it could be.
Vorpal	"Then I will give you the choice this time, Gar." Tommy leans in and nuzzles Gar's cheek. "I've spent a lot of time chasing after people who lose interest all too quickly and then run away. If this time you mean it... then you're going to have to make a choice, you know?" He pauses as he draws back, and there is a twinkle in his eye, briefly. "I'm also not entirely against being convinced with ... unorthodox fun. But Gar, you've got to choose." He uses Gar's support to stand up, slowly. He's not in pain, merely unsteady. "I'm not demanding an answer right now, either. If you need time... well, you know where to find me..."
Beast Boy	Beast Boy nods once, accepting and returning that nuzzle even with him looking un-fuzzy compared to Vorpal's always-fuzzy state. "And I've struggled with commitment sometimes, like..you know, being right on the verge of doing something and chickening out." If Vorpal wasn't in need of the physical support, there is no doubt he would have changed to go with the example he made. The other brow shoots up to join the first at the mention of 'unorthodox fun' and he admits, "You know how to make someone curious, but you /are/ a catboy. You should know about that." He offers an arm around Vorpal's waist, helping to hoist him along to an upright position. No ape to sweep him off his feet this time. "I know where your room is, and you know where mine is. Door's open." Except when they're both in one of the rooms, at which time it'd probably be closed. "Let me see what happens with this casting thing, but try not to worry about things. I think they'll work out just fine," he suggests.
Vorpal	Vorpal smiles and allows Gar to help him. He slowly begins to make his way out of the infirmary with Gar's help. "I know you've got a bad habit of fight or flight. I know very well where your room is..." he chuckles as they go out into the hallway and he lets go of Gar, being more stable on his feet now. "I think I'm worth choosing. I certainly think you are..." he reaches over and runs a thumb along one of Gar's pointed ears, in an affectionate gesture, "I'm going to go to my own bed now, because that room doesn't smell like Nurse Ratched's eau de toilette." He turns away and starts walking down the hall, until right before the turn for the elevator. He stops and looks over his shoulder. "I'll be awake for a while." And then the elevator dings open and he steps through, closing the door behind him.
Beast Boy	"I know, and I'm trying to be better about that. I really am," Gar says sheepishly. It's probably one of those things where he's afraid to show too much of his real self to someone and come away hurt for it, or go too far too fast, so it's ended up in a cycle of just sort of treading water instead of diving into the deep end to sink or swim. That can be much the same for others, too. It's not a unique thing. The green guy adds, "But I think.." Even without showcasing an animal right now, it sure sounds like a little rumbling purr in the back of his throat when the ear is gone for. "..that you're playing dirty right now, and I like it." A quick little shiver follows, leaving him standing by as he watches Vorpal moving off under his own power. Time passes, passes, passes some more, and just as the doors are shutting Vorpal can hear, "I'll bring some snacks!"