Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

"For the last time, it's literally my job to rescue people. You didn't need to follow me all the way back to the fire station."

Travis was used to this sort of behavior on occasion. People in high stress situations sometimes sort of . . . imprinted on their rescuers and became infatuated with them. Hell, Dean's daughter was the result of a former victim turning "firefly" and the two of them hooking up!

But this . . . this was ridiculous.

"Seriously, Leroy. You're not stuck in a drain anymore. Go home. Rest up and relax and then you can get back to being weird about watching people in their private lives so you can make other people talk about it on the local radio station."

Leroy was unimpressed by this summation of his noble duties as a reporter. Travis was going to have a mark on that ankle later.

[inspired by a discord message from the ever delightful stykera. Open!]

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[stykera]

Oh no, Travis, don't let Leroy develop an obsession with you!

Stark had meant to come and check in with Travis before now. But it had been a strange few weeks and it hadn't happened but he was here now. Here with pastries, even, because he'd stopped off at the bakery before heading this way.

"Busy with...squirrels?" he asked as he walked in. "Hello, Travis."

[designateddadfriend]

"Squirrel," Travis said. "He got stuck in a drain pipe and needed rescue." He gave Stark a wry smile. "Most exciting thing that's happened since -- well, you know. How you doing?"

[stykera]

"Better," Stark said. "Much better."

For a number of reasons, even!

"I brought pastries. I thought you might like something? How did he get stuck in a pipe?"

Stark, it was probably best not to ask.

[designateddadfriend]

"Yeah, I didn't ask him that." Travis definitely didn't want to know. "Ooo, pastries!"

[stykera]

Stark held out the box. "For you," he said. "Whatever you like. I...I meant to come before. To see you. I just haven't. You're all right? Even with Leroy being himself?"

Look, Leroy was a lot. Stark understood that.

[designateddadfriend]

“Yeah, I’ve been good.” Travis shrugged. “Had some weird dreams here and there, but other than that. . . .”

By ‘weird dreams’ he meant ‘nightmares where he processed now having more memories of his near death experience’. It was fine.

[stykera]

Stark nodded. "I've had nightmares. More than usual. But they're improving. Not every time I close my eye like at first. I'm sorry. About the dreams. That's never easy."

[designateddadfriend]

Travis shrugged. “Running into danger is part of my job. It’s just not usually quite that . . . metaphysical.”

[stykera]

"Still..."

Stark shrugged. "You saved me again. And it hurt you. And I should have come before, to see you."

[designateddadfriend]

“Nah, you’re fine. Just ask Summer: I’m practically a hermit.”

[stykera]

"That can be easy to do," Stark said. "But you don't have to be, you know. You're my friend."

A very good friend!

"I ought to try and be a better friend. Especially when you rescue me from houses that want to torture me."