so the sun, it can shine on me, and the clouds they can roll away (open to all)

[davin]

Davin missed a lot of things while he was being held in that warehouse, but coffee was up high on the list. By the second day, he was feeling the lack of caffeine and the added headache wasn't doing him any favors. The first few days back, he didn't want to leave his apartment. James or Mira would bring him coffee from Quill, or he'd fire up his little coffeemaker in his kitchen. He was allowed a few days of being lazy, he thought. Or fear disguised as laziness, if he's honest with himself.

But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.

He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.

It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.

People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.

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[coopdetat]

Coop rolls his eyes at that, but he returns the hug with as much effort as he can manage without having to worry that he's going to hurt his friend. "Still just as modest, too, I see," he teases, and he has to admit that he's glad Davin hadn't responded negatively to what he'd said because he knows this isn't something to joke about. There's nothing remotely humorous about what had happened to Davin or Spencer, but Coop thinks Davin knows him well enough by now to understand just by looking at him how worried he'd been.

It's the thanks that confuses him, makes him frown and shake his head. "I didn't do anything, man," he insists, "it was all Joel and your cute little detective that everyone's jealous of. I took Joel into a dream, that's all, staked out Quill for the bastard who took you guys. I mean, if you're offering more than just a verbal thank you, I guess I'll suddenly decide to take some credit but..."

He trails off, letting out a soft sigh as he gently grips Davin's shoulder. "I did what anyone else would, which is everything I was capable of doing. We just wanted you guys back safe, that's all that mattered."

[davin]

"I bet I look super rugged. How can ya even resist me?" Davin says with a chuckle, eyes shiny and bright when he pulls back from the hug. Truthfully, he's glad that Coop isn't really handling him with kid gloves. He just wants to get on with his life, and get back to normal. Coop joking around with him feels familiar, and like a step in the right direction.

He rolls his eyes in fond exasperation and smiles up at Coop, feeling so touched and important. After their initial meeting and the night that followed, Davin never really would have thought that he'd found such a good friend. He's a little in awe of how their friendship has grown, and Davin is so grateful for it. "Sounds like ya did a lot, man. An' I'll never forget it."

Davin watches his face for a long moment and then reaches up to clap Coop on the shoulder, steering him towards the counter. "Now c'mon, don't be a coffee tease."

[coopdetat]

"Dudes dig scars and bruises, didn't you know? Not that healing them up is going to stop everyone from flocking," he answers, rolling his eyes but grinning widely. Coop lets the comment about him doing a lot slide by without much acknowledgment because in truth, he hadn't felt like he did. He'd taken Joel into the dream, he'd done as much else as he could, but when it comes down to it, Coop hadn't been the one to get them out of there. Joel and Thornton had found the warehouse and from what he's heard, Davin and Spencer are the ones who'd fought their way out. Whatever he'd done to contribute, he's happy to have done it, but he's not looking for any credit.

He lets Davin guide him over to the counter, realizing that he hasn't actually picked out what he wanted yet even as he tugs his wallet from his back pocket, tapping against his other hand as he frowns back up at the menu. "I'm only a tease in bed," he deadpans, glancing over at his friend with a smirk, "which I could demonstrate if only you were single. Alas and alack."

After letting another couple people ahead of them, both of them unmistakably glancing over their shoulders when they notice Davin there--which doesn't surprise Coop, considering Davin and Spencer's faces had been plastered all over town for days--but they quickly turn back when they feel Coop's glare. It doesn't take much longer than that to decide that he thinks he wants to try a S'mores frappucino, which sounds like a terrible thing to contribute to his diet but hell, it's been a rough week.

"I'll take that S'mores thing," he tells the cashier, gesturing vaguely at the menu and then to Davin. "And whatever he wants."

[davin]

"Ya flatter me, Coop." He laughs softly and watches him for a moment. It's obvious that he's trying to downplay any involvement that he had in their rescue, and Davin doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, so he lets it go. Still, he does reach out and give his arm a grateful squeeze, smiling softly, and then drops the subject.

"Really? I don't seem t'recall any teasin'," Derek says with a laugh and a fond smile. "I guess I was just too good. Made ya lose your head a bit."

He winks and then watches Coop order, brows lifting for a moment before he turns to look at the menu. That wasn't there last time he was in here. He wasn't really gone for that long, but sometimes it feels like it was a lifetime. "That sounds incredibly decadent, an' just what I need. I'll have the same."