[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson hugged him close. "Shh Vegas...shh..." He mumbled, kissing his forehead. He glanced at Deacon, shook his head. "He's tied up in the trunk," He breathed softly, scared by how light Nevada was. "Can I bring him in..?" He didn't wait for an answer, ducking inside, and sat down on the sofa, hugging Nevada tight in his lap.
Connor glanced up from playing with Bandit on the floor, seemed shocked.
"Don't say anythig, nobody can know I'm alive yet." He begged, then ran his fingers through Nevada's hair. "Will you eat for me, baby..?"

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"But are you sure he's still in the trunk?" Deacon asked warily. Satan could come get him as he pleased. There was no keeping him in an enclosed room.

"Hi!" Bandit said, waving at Jayson. She pulled herself closer to Connor, leaning against him. "Wook." She wiggled the toes on her left foot and smiled up at him.

"Okay.." Nevada mumbled reluctantly, keeping close to him. "I really don't remember my name.." He said quietly, leaning up to lay his head on his shoulder.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson shrugged in agitation. "I don't know, that's where I put him though.." He smiled faintly down at Bandit and a clearly proud Connor. "Good job Bandit," He praised, then returned his focuse to Nevada again. "It's Nevada, baby...you're gonna be okay..I'll get you some help as soon as I can.. It's okay.." His voice cracked.
"Connor, can you grab him something to eat?"
Connor patted Bandit and got up. He threw some soup in the microwave and grabbed a salad from the fridge, pulled the bowl of soup out, grabbing a soon, and set it all on the coffee table before sitting down with Bandit again.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I'm named after a state?" He asked, and Deacon laughed from the next room. He curled closer to Jayson as Deacon came in, pulling a new shirt over his head.

"Why's he need help?" He asked, sitting down in a chair. He leaned down, poking Bandit before he sat up again. She grumbled, moving closer to Connor. "He no poke me." She told Connor.

Nevada eyed the food warily, but Jayson wasn't Nixon. He wouldn't try and take away the only thing he loved. He hesitantly, slipped from the couch, looking up at Jayson before he picked up the spoon, poking the soup.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled reasurringly at Nevada, then bit his lip. "He's got the parasite, but Nixon's kept him so long he hasn't been medicated..I tried taking him in but 'soon as he was away from me he freaked... They couldn't even sedate him, said pills won't help.." He bit his lip.

Connor chuckled, hugging her close. "I'll s-save you," He teased and poked her nose gently.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Thatcher can always come and work his crazy pirate magic. Unless it's like, really really bad. Then it might not work and you'll just have to pray that it goes dormant before anything else happens. Either way, you're still gonna have to reteach him everything he's forgotten." He said, watching Nevada hesitantly poke the soup.

"Please don't leave me.." Nevada said, looking up at Jayson. It was clear the last things he'd remembered of him was going to haunt him forever. "I love you.. You're not gonna go anywhere?"

"Why didn't you turn Nixon in, though? You got Nevada back. Why can't you bring him to the station?" Deacon asked, heard Bandit groan. "Now you pokin' me!"

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson ran a hand through Nevada's hair. "I'm not goin' anywhere," He murmured, but Deacon's words had triggered a thought. "They think Nevada killed me.." He admitted guiltily. "But maybe if I bring him in and they see the mess Nevada is..we can file a kidnapping and stuff.." He bit his lip, looking down at Nevada and rubbing his back slowly.
Connor chuckled, hugging her close.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"They're not gonna do him shit, Jayson. The fucker wiggled his way into them believing he was nuts. He's got crazy papers, and a thing for Vegas." Nevada looked up, then back at the soup he was hesitant to eat. It still looked hot. "I guess you're just gonna have to prove Nevada didn't do it and forget about Nixon.. Unless you can prove he was sane when he killed you."

"You squishin' me, daddy!" She chuckled

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson frowned. "Would somebody insane have tge means of getting the drug he used? Can't the coroner figure that shit out? Would he have really put me to sleep instead of tearing me up like everybody else? He was willful to kill me instead. All we need are the prints on that syringe.."
Connor laughed softly, sprawling on his back next to her. "S-silly."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Deacon shrugged, watching Nevada take a bite of his soup. "Not every coroner is me. They wanna cut the body open and hey, everything's fine! Your heart was stopped. Case closed. They don't care about actually trying to figure out why you died. You're dead." He reached down, running his fingers through Bandit's hair.

Nevada started singing something under his breath, stirring his soup around. He looked back up at Jayson to make sure he was still there before he took another bite of his soup. "Ow.." He mumbled, tugging his jeans down a bit.

"I dunno.. He's gotta be half sane. He was smart enough to dig down two inches to cut out a tattoo.."

"This one too." Nevada said, pulling his shirt over his head. The huge tattoo he had on the left side of his chest was gone now, replaced by a gaping hole. "An' my belly button and tongue ring."

"I got a tongue ring upstairs. Doubt I have any belly button rings though." Deacon said.