2nd Floor Common Room

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sure. Marty could go to another floor. But that would be sooooo weird.

So instead he gets the televison hooked up and finds a portion of the couch that's not completely uncomfortable and charred and starts watching a rerun of "Save Yourself" (The story of a alcoholic snarky fireman struggling with family and work problems)

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles a little at Angela calling him a dork. "Well, she kind of got inside my head and... well you know how messed up that makes me."

"No blanket, but I did get a pinch on the butt to wake me up."

[chasingangela]

"I know," Angela says with a shudder, momentarily forgetting that she's not supposed to worry about him this much anymore.

"You're staying on-campus, right? I mean, I know you can take care of yourself, but ... not against a psycho bitch like her."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Me? Sticking to daylight hours only until that whole mess in town is cleared up," he says seriously. "I don't relish the idea of getting multiple fractures and another concussion."

Marty doesn't bother to add "Or worse..."

[chasingangela]

Angela doesn't either, but it's all over her face. "Good," she says, again with the awkward.

She watches TV for a few minutes, but it's clear her attention span is shot. She can't even hassle him about Parker's bunny.

"I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow, okay?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Um... sure. Night." Marty says returning his attention to the TV.

Not feeling awkward at all.

Really.

Crud.