Look, just don't come bitchin' at me when they complain their food's cold 'cause I--
[ Jesse stops mid-rant when he makes eye contact with whoever it is complaining about his bell-ringing. The front of house and back of house are notoriously at odds with each other, but it's generally a love-hate kind of relationship. That's always how it goes working in a restaurant. You yell at each other and cuss each other out, but once everyone clocks out for the night, you're one big family. That, and nobody outside the circle's allowed to pick on any of your own.
All his thoughts go blank, though, as recognition sets in. It's been a long couple of years since he's seen Jane and, while she might look a little rougher than she's used to looking, well...she looks a hell of a lot better than the last time he saw her just before she got zipped into a body bag and carried out his duplex apartment.
At first, his head spins and he has to grab onto the stainless steel countertop he's standing behind, squeezing his eyes shut. He's pretty sure he's having a stroke or fucking hallucinating. Maybe it's all those head injuries finally taking their toll. There's a loud ringing in his ears and he grimaces, pain sparking behind his tightly shut eyes. ]
Fuck, not now...c'mon...
[ Jesse mumbles because he doesn't know what fucking medication he needs to be put on to stop seeing his dead fucking girlfriend. But when he opens his eyes again, she's still standing there. It's not like when he has flashbacks. Those images are usually fleeting, and even when it's a more extensive episode, the setting is always back in Albuquerque, not here. Not at The Elysium. He swallows hard and steels himself, getting his shit together and straightening up again, but all the pain and confusion is still visible in his eyes regardless of how well he shoves it all away; compartmentalizes. ]
Jane...? How? You're...you were dead. I saw it. I--
[ He watched the coroner take her away and felt a piece of his heart go with her...that was so long ago. He thought he'd healed, but it's like scar tissue splitting open all over again; raw and bleeding. ]
cw: ptsd/mental illness, flashbacks, morbid imagery
[ Jesse stops mid-rant when he makes eye contact with whoever it is complaining about his bell-ringing. The front of house and back of house are notoriously at odds with each other, but it's generally a love-hate kind of relationship. That's always how it goes working in a restaurant. You yell at each other and cuss each other out, but once everyone clocks out for the night, you're one big family. That, and nobody outside the circle's allowed to pick on any of your own.
All his thoughts go blank, though, as recognition sets in. It's been a long couple of years since he's seen Jane and, while she might look a little rougher than she's used to looking, well...she looks a hell of a lot better than the last time he saw her just before she got zipped into a body bag and carried out his duplex apartment.
At first, his head spins and he has to grab onto the stainless steel countertop he's standing behind, squeezing his eyes shut. He's pretty sure he's having a stroke or fucking hallucinating. Maybe it's all those head injuries finally taking their toll. There's a loud ringing in his ears and he grimaces, pain sparking behind his tightly shut eyes. ]
Fuck, not now...c'mon...
[ Jesse mumbles because he doesn't know what fucking medication he needs to be put on to stop seeing his dead fucking girlfriend. But when he opens his eyes again, she's still standing there. It's not like when he has flashbacks. Those images are usually fleeting, and even when it's a more extensive episode, the setting is always back in Albuquerque, not here. Not at The Elysium. He swallows hard and steels himself, getting his shit together and straightening up again, but all the pain and confusion is still visible in his eyes regardless of how well he shoves it all away; compartmentalizes. ]
Jane...? How? You're...you were dead. I saw it. I--
[ He watched the coroner take her away and felt a piece of his heart go with her...that was so long ago. He thought he'd healed, but it's like scar tissue splitting open all over again; raw and bleeding. ]