(Good, you?)
Barry paused. Crap. I forgot about that. “Uhh…” his face was flushed as he spoke. “We could go back to your room for pyjamas? Or I could give you one of my sweaters and a pair of flannel pants?” Too late he realized that he normally didn’t sleep in a shirt. I’ll just wear a t-shirt to bed..
(I'm good. Glad I don't have to work today!)
"I'll just wear your clothes, I guess," Kasey said softly, blushing as she rubbed at her tattoo.
(That’s great!)
Barry’s cheeks went red, but he turned away before Kasey could see them and rummaged around in his dresser before emerging with a sweater that would probably be too big for her and a pair of flannel pyjamas pants that would probably fit her, since they were too small for him.
(Yuppers! But I've got school… Which isn't really that bad, I guess.)
"Thanks," Kasey said softly, blushing as well. "Where can I change?"
(Oof have fun)
“Err— washroom— there.” Barry pointed to the door leading to the washroom, chewing on his lip.
(Thanks. Lol. I don't have to start for an hour, though, so that's nice.)
Kasey glanced at it and nodded before making her way over. She glanced back at Barry quickly, then disappeared inside, closing the door behind her.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at herself in the mirror, still holding Barry's clothes. She smiled and set them down before changing.
(Luckyy)
Back in his room, Marcus got dressed quickly, in case she came back out. He found himself checking his look in the mirror, which was stupid considering the fact that he was literally in pyjama pants and a white t-shirt.
(Barry. Not Marcus. Lol.)
Kasey pulled her hair over one shoulder before stepping out of the bathroom. The clothes were a little baggy on her, but they wouldn't fall off unless they were pulled on.
"Hey, Bare," she said softly to catch his attention.
(Sorry wrong rp Lol)
Barry turned around, eyes falling on Kasey. In his clothes. His face went pink. “Hi. Hi— uh—“
(Lol. I do that so often it's sad…)
Kasey blushed, giving him a somewhat flustered smile. "So… I'll take Caleb's bed, then?"
(Oof it’s fine)
“Y-Yeah. Yeah.” Barry cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’ll be across the room if you need me.”
"Okay. Sure. I'll, um, see you in the morning, I guess," Kasey said moving toward her bed for the night.
Barry gave her a quick hug, laying down in his own bed and curling up.
Kasey laid down on her bed and curled up as well, staring at the ceiling for a while. Her mind ran wild as she remembered the day's events, ending with the kiss.
(Skip?)
(Could we skip to the middle of the night so Barry can have his nightmare sequence?)
(Yeah. Do you want to start or should I?)
(I can)
Barry’s dreams were made of blood and black hair.
A girl stood on top of a building, tears carving pathways down her face.
He was rooted into the ground, could do nothing but scream her name.
Her hair whipped in the wind. She looked down at him. Raised one hand.
And jumped.
Barry never remembered screaming so loud. He never remembered crying so hard.
He’d never held a body in his arms before. He had never seen any friend of his looming so broken.
His hands had never been coated in blood.
Barry lurched upwards, face stained with sweat and tears.
Kasey had heard Barry moving around in his sleep, had heard his crying. Her mental blockings usually dropped at night as she slept, so she had caught glimpses of his dream. Mostly of him crying and looking broken and afraid. She had sat up, debating whether or not to wake him, when he suddenly lurched upwards.
"Bare… Hey, everything's okay," she whispered, standing and crossing the room to stand at the foot of his bed.
Barry blinked the tears out of his eyes, shoulders shaking. “Kase?” He tried to discern her figure in the dark. “Sorry— you can go back to sleep.” He inhaled shakily. “Sorry.”
"No, it's fine. What's wrong?" Kasey asked softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. She knew she was pretty far away from him, but she didn't want to impose on his personal space.
Barry drew his knees up to his chest, shoulders shaking as he took in needy gulps of air. It took him a while before he could force his mouth to form coherent sentences. “Nightmare.”, he whispered finally, feeling like a stupid little boy. “Sorry.”
"It's okay, Barry," Kasey assured him, scooting a bit closer. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Barry wished she would move closer. He needed physical comfort, something to anchor and ground him. He shrugged uncomfortably, hands trembling in his lap. “I just— get them often. Caleb’s used to them— he knows how to handle me.” The dark settled over his shoulders like a heavy cloak. All the shadows cast by the faint moonlight seemed to stretch and form the shapes of flying crows, broken bodies. “I had a friend,” was all he said at first.
Kasey got up and sat beside him on the bed, taking his shaking hands in hers. "A good friend, I'm guessing?"
Barry nodded unsteadily, mind still reeling from the nightmare. “Y-Yeah. Not— we weren’t— we didn’t— we didn’t have feelings for eachother, just friends.” He took a deep breath, wiping at the wetness on his cheeks. “She— killed herself.”
Kasey gently squeezed Barry's hands, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she gave him a soft look.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," she whispered. "If, um… If there's anything I can do to help you, just let me know. 'Kay?"
(Squeezed Barry’s eyes lol)
Barry kept his eyes shut. “Thanks- Sorry. The crow- the crow tattoo— she—“ He choked up, trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry.”
(Frick. Me. Ohmyword…
I'm fixing that.)
"It was for her," Kasey guessed, her voice soft. She gently ran her thumbs across his hands, looking down at them for a moment. "You have nothing to apologize for, Bare. Nothing at all."
(Lmao)
Barry’s voice was rough when he spoke again. “That’s why— that’s why it doesn’t move. The tattoo, I mean. And I woke you up, that’s why I’m apologizing.”