Cleaning

Rick turns from his work at the counter and quirks an eyebrow at Misty's talking. Setting aside what he was doing, he ambles over to her, setting a hand on her shoulder. "It will take twice as long to solve a problem when your brain is half asleep," he whispers.


"Mmm..." Leo thinks, trying to clear his mind of the night's fog. "I think a hot shower would do some good... if I can actually get up and walk."

Trying to ignore the pain, he manages to sit up, though puts a hand to his ribs. He would hate to see how his face looked in the mirror. Without looking, he knew he had two shiners, more bruises on his cheeks, and he knew his lip must still be a bit swollen.

"Set of clothes in the bathroom!" Eli calls from the kitchen.

Leo manages a little grin. "Can't say no to that..." Standing up, he's a bit unsteady. He'd thought he was sore lying down. Standing up was murder. "...unless I can't even make it that far."


Gunner crumples up another piece of paper and throws it towards the wastebasket, but misses. Grunting, he ignores it, and turns back to the files strewn all over his desk. He looks at the clock as his stomach growls. He hadn't had any breakfast, and it was about lunchtime now.

Knocking his elbow into a stack of papers, it goes flying by accident. Growling, he puts his face in his hands, trying to regroup his brain. It didn't work though. Sighing, he looks up again, only to spot his phone that he'd misplaced when he'd arrived earlier. Picking it up, he realizes he has a message...

...Entering the little diner, Gunner glances around at the few customers. He hadn't bothered calling Bree back, and he wondered if she would even still be there. She was - he spotted her at the table where he'd first seen her.

Sliding in the booth across from her, he hoped he didn't look as weary as he felt, but something told him he looked terrible. "Hi... sorry I'm late. Had a bit of... cleaning to do."


Trent rinses his hand in the sink, but the blood doesn't want to stop. He'd cut his palm more deeply than he'd thought. Growling, he wraps a towel around it, knocking over the useless box of bandaids. Heading back out of the bunkhouse, he goes for the infirmary, remembering he hadn't seen Angel at breakfast, and knowing she was probably working.

Knocking before entering, he looks for her, still holding his hand in the towel and feeling stupid.