Room 208, Sunday evening

[blessed_twice]

After a busy weekend of demon-saving and alien-smiting, Wyatt decided he should fill his mother in on what had been going on. So he picked up his phone and dialed her number.


[For phone call to cookinggeek but also open.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Apparently Anders hadn't reached his TMI quotient yet. "We both got drunk, started making out, spilled booze on our clothes, and decided taking them off would be a good idea, actually."

[blessed_twice]

"I don't need the details, dude!" Wyatt exclaimed.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well . . ." Anders twisted his fingers into his hair in frustration. "You won't frakking believe me otherwise, will you?"

[blessed_twice]

"Actually, I'm trying really hard not to think about my friend boning my aunt," Wyatt said. "Or my uncle for that matter."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders slumped against the wall. "Believe me, man," he said, sounding very tired all of a sudden, "I wish I could just stop being able to think about it too."

[blessed_twice]

"We'll find a spell or something," Wyatt promised. "Because this is really weirding me out. And no, don't tell me what it's making you feel. I've heard more than enough."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know." Anders rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm really sorry, man. About the . . ." He pointed at Wyatt's hand.

[blessed_twice]

"Don't worry about it," Wyatt said, trying not to think about that either. "I understand. We're cool."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I should get going," Anders said after a few silent, very awkward seconds. "Before that happens again. I'm gonna go . . . sit in a tub of ice or something."

[blessed_twice]

"Yeah, that's, um, probably a good idea," Wyatt said. "I'll catch you later, okay?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Like, after we get this sorted out."

Oh, for frak's sake, they were starting up again? Anders made a strangled noise and bolted out the door.