Room 121 [Monday Morning]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge tosses restlessly in his sleep. Falling asleep without the gloves on may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but he was finding out that it really was not.


They're dancing together, to a slow song. Bridge is leading.

"You're not here when this happens," Bridge says, looking Xander in the eye. Strange. Xander used to be taller than him.

"I know," Xander says. "I'm just visiting."

"No." Bridge says. "You *can't* be here."

"Well, that's a nice thing to say to someone you love."

"It's true, though," Bridge says softly. "See?" They're dancing in the middle of a crater. "Also, there's a parrot on your shoulder."

"What?"

"Polly wants a crayon," contributes the yellow parrot, before taking flight to chase after a fruit-bat.

"Well, the frog wouldn't stay on my shoulder."

Bridge gives Xander a "bitch, please" look. "It's been six years. Of course he wouldn't."

He moves to do the spinny thing again.

"Dude," a girl's voice says from the shadows. "You have to let him go. Don't worry, I'll catch him."

"I do worry, though." Bridge says, but he releases Xander's hand.

Bridge wakes with an unhappy whimper, his hands instinctively reaching out to grab Xander, to bring him *back*...