[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Nothing. I'm fine," Jayson muttered, plucking another feather loose with a wince. He sighed, leaning back against the couch and reaching to pull Nevada closer.

Connor took it carefully, and began to flip through it with a faint smile, playing with Bandit's little fingers absently.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada moved closer to him, draping his legs over him. He laid his head on his shoulder, slowly running his fingers over Jayson's chest. "When I knew he was gonna kill you.. All I could think was how I wish I'd went up to you sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have wanted me, but still.. That's all I could think about. I just wanted another minute.. I swear I never felt so low in my life." He moved closer, closing his eyes. Jayson still smelled like Jayson, and he couldn't have asked for more. "I went and laid with you until he pulled me out of the room.."

Deacon kissed the top of his head, holding him close. "Look how cute Bandit and Christy were." He said, pointing to the picture. It was he only way he'd ever be able to touch Christy.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson swallowed, keeping him close. "I'm sorry.." He choked. "It was the only way I knew how to save you..I-...I wasn't gonna be allowed back..I shouldn't have even gone to heaven.." He kissed him softly, felt guilty hat he was here with them while everybody else was thinking he was dead. "Anyone know when my funeral is..?" He asked halfheartedly and Connor glanced up.
"Y-your parents called m-me.. It's tomorrow, S-Saturday."
Jayson let out a slow breath.

Connor looked back to the pictures again as Deacon pointed, and smiled. "Aw, s-so adorable.."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada kissed him softly, wrapping his arms tightly around him. "I love you. So much." He said quietly, burying his face in his neck. He was honestly surprised that one regret he didn't have was that they'd never been together. Everyone knew Nevada was addicted to sex, and he'd gone without it ever since Jayson. He looked up as Connor spoke before he laid his head down. "Deacon?"

"Yeah?"

"You wanna run to the store and get me something to get this dye out of my hair?"

"No, not really." Deacon chuckled and Thatcher got up, grabbing his keys.

"I'll get it.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled faintly, easing up. "I love y-you, too..." He breathed, hugging him closer. He glanced up and watched Thatcher go, then kissed Nevada again. He couldn't help wondering how his family was coping though. Still, trying to push that away, he rubbed Nevada's back gently, glancing at Connor, Deacon and Bandit.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada kissed him gently, slowly running his fingers over his chest. He looked up at him as he pulled away, searching his face before he laid back against him. He wondered if Zander missed him since Zander was the only family he really had. He reached up, rubbing his eye. "I'll be glad to not be blonde. Even if my awesome hair will be gone."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled faintly, huggig him even tighter. He glanced at Deacon. "How are Zander and Devon? They haven't caught him yet, have they?" He rested his chin on Nevada's head, rubbing his back again, and reached down to flick a feather off of the couch.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Deacon shrugged. "I don't think so. I haven't seen much of Zander lately. I do know that Shaun had her puppies though. Bandit's been wanting to go see them." Nevada reached down, picking the feather up. He ran his finger slowly over the edge of it, looking up as Thatcher came back in. He sat the box in Nevada's lap, and took his seat in the chair.

"How'd she have puppies? Isn't she like.. that model?" Nevada asked, leaning back with the feather in his hand.

"Yeah, but she's half wolf."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson watched Nevada lean back with the feather, wondering if Zander had been personally told about his death and Nevada's appearance, or if he had found out from the news. He was surprised he wasn't here pounding on the door. He scratched at his arm, reaching into his pocket to absently touch the baggy there.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada got up and walked to the bathroom to wash the color out of his hair, tucking the feather into his pocket. He got the dye out, then took a shower before he came back out wrapped in a towel, running his hand through his hair.

"Ew. Nevada. Clothes." Deacon complained.

"Oh, it's not like I got anything you haven't seen before. And Jayson doesn't care." He chuckled.