True, I'm nervous.

[radiopalkiller]

Who: Philip, Jo Harvelle, Tauriel & [OPEN]
Where: Second floor hallway & the clinic
When: February 12th - February 21st
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence, blood and frequent mentions thereof
Summary: You'd thinking surviving the Valentine's Day killers attack would mean you're in the clear, but then again, this is Philip we're talking about here.
The Story:

He made it out, thanks to a certain Doctor's lucky intervention. He should've called it a day then, and headed for the clinic with him. But luck just didn't seem a good enough reason to brush off the fact that he couldn't get Evie to answer her device, no matter how often he tried. So he moved up to her room on the second floor, so he really should've changed out of his tunneling outfit first. Well, at least being mistaken for the murderer along the way guarantees he'll make his way to the clinic after all, and stay there for a solid week...

[[ OOC: Long story short, on February 12th Philip gets attacked by Tom and escapes. Jo mistakes him for the killer and shoots him. Tauriel finds him and patches him up, and he spends the next week at the clinic. That part is open to everyone, in case anybody wants to visit, comfort, bother, torment, entertain or question him. ]]

Comments

[itsahotone]

Santana attempts her normal reaction to such a comment--a snort of amusement, an eye-roll, etc etc. It basically falls completely flat.

Actually, it falls below flat, as she is now crying a little. So enjoy that, good sir.

[radiopalkiller]

He was expecting the normal reaction too, otherwise he'd have dug into his aging and occasionally malfunctioning sense of tact to make sure he'd find a more suitable answer, but-- Jesus.

"Jesus, I wasn't-- Hey. Hey, I didn't--"

Okay, maybe let's try some more of that sitting upright, so he can reach for her hand, because that was a bad mistake right there, and if it drives her away in the next few seconds he won't be able to run after her to correct it.

"Sorry, I'm- I'm sorry, I d-- Christ, I'm sorry."

[itsahotone]

Santana shakes her head, feeling stupid and young. She inches closer but leaves her arms crossed in a last resort to not seem ridiculously vulnerable.

"It's not--ugh, it's so stupid." Begone, tears! "Dying here kinda always sucks, that's all."

It's true but not true all at once. Most of the other times she's died, it was fast, painless. Her life was gone in a snap, not a freakin' hourglass.

[radiopalkiller]

"It does," he murmurs quietly, but that's not the important point.

The important point is, if Santana has ever wanted a genuine hug from Philip, then this might just be her one and only chance for a long time, because guess what he's trying to pull her into right now.

(Hint: It starts with hug and ends with Philip's arms wrapped around Santana.)

[itsahotone]

There are only a few people in Wonderland that Santana will allow comforting hugs from. It doesn't usually happen with Philip, of course, but he's on that short list.

Which is why she goes into the hug easily, sniffling attractively in his ear.

"Glad you didn't die though," she says under her breath, because she knows he's died like five billion times.

[radiopalkiller]

There's the whole postmortem detachment that usually keeps Philip from making much use of that special VIP spot on her list, but with a bad joke needing mitigation it seemed as good a moment for an exception as any. Besides--

"Can't argue with that one."

Besides, with things looking as though he can't even say the same for Santana (and Christ, it's hard not to ask what this has done for her death count), it's almost a relief to have an excuse not need a new topic to talk about.

...For as long as it lasts, anyway, and with a last pat on the back, Philip slowly pulls away.

[itsahotone]

Santana's pretty embarrassed right now, of course. Even with the aforementioned permission of letting him hug her, she's pretty sure he's only seen her cry a couple times. Those were all relationship-involved.

...You'd think crying over dying would be less embarrassing, but oh well!

She wipes her eyes, clears her throat, and doesn't look at him.

"Evelyn told me you were here." Because...that's on topic?