Letting out a long sigh, Jones raised his hand to rub at his brow, shutting his eyes as he felt a headache beginning to form. “You come back after 4 days, you look like you haven’t been fed in 2 months and run over by a truck, and you’re making jokes about me checking out your ass…fucking unbelievable.” He was really just trying to wrap his head around it. The guy looked like absolute shit, and there wasn’t any explanation for it. And there wouldn’t be until Waldo was cleaned up…both mentally and physically.
Dropping his hand down, he placed his hands on his waist and watched him move from across the room. It took him a total of 5 seconds after Waldo had managed to get himself a glass of water to move into the kitchen, standing in the doorway. “Well…can you walk?” His tone wasn’t as soft and understanding as it should have been. Instead, it was rather short, like he needed to know right that second. “If so, than get your ass into the bathroom, take a shower, for God’s sakes get dressed, and then we’ll take things from there. I’ll lend you some clothes, you’ll stay here, and then…I don’t know, then we’ll go from there.” He started into the bedroom to gather up a shirt and pants. It wasn’t until he was out of his sight did he realize that maybe he wasn’t being as comforting as he should have been. But…damn it all, Oz was his best friend. He was worried, and he had every right to be, especially since he didn’t have the best reputation. But he had never gone missing for 4 days before.
Never. Not once.
Yanking an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants out of the drawer, he kept them folded and laid them on the sink for Waldo to change into. After that, he moved into his bedroom, taking a seat on his bed as he let out a long sigh.
Damn it…
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