Open like the elevator doors in The Shining

[slayer_not_player]

CHARACTERS: John Tillman and YOU
LOCATION: Various
SUMMARY: A WILD TILLMAN APPEARS!
NOTES: Prose or action tags are cool by me
Backdated, presentdated, futuredated w/e w/e
Feel free to harass him in hallways, in the showers, while he's cooking food, or... pretty much anywhere you can think of.

I look forward to playing with you! I'm 'whatuhflamer' on aim and 'queefofchat' on plurk. Don't be shy if you want to plot something out! I'd be happy to start a thread.
herp derp that is all

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[handelaar]

[...how the hell did that even work. Whatever, how demons operated was a hornet's nest of supernatural shit he wasn't about to poke at. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his temples, just trying to process all of it. Fuck but this was uncomfortable.]

Your wife.

[Not disbelieving or anything, but just. What.]

[slayer_not_player]

It could read my mind. It knew everything. I was so cerain... [He breaks eyecontact for the first time. He knows that there's no way he could have known. It had played him hard. Still.]

She is everything to me. [Cliche, sure, but he isn't the kind of guy to sing praises about the depth of his love in a shower with a stranger.] When I thought you'd hurt her...

I'm sorry. Really, I am.

[handelaar]

It... could, huh. [Though he had his suspicions, that explains a hell of a lot. For both of their situations, he guesses. As Tillman goes on his mouth settles into a grim line - the last thing he wants to hear is some damn sob story - but then it makes sense.]

When ya thought I'd hurt her ya lost your damn mind. [He belatedly finishes that sentence, crossing his arms and huffing, only to sober up again and shrug. Because, well, he'd do worse if he were in the same boat, and he wouldn't even be nice enough to apologize afterward.] It's - [It's not fine, but - he gets it, and leaves it hanging with another awkward shrug.]

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman nods once in confirmation. He's said his piece. He isn't looking to make nice, to become friends. He's explained himself in person and received acknowledgment in turn and that's good enough for him. Normally, he'd go in for the handshake, but... given the circumstances... He'll save it for the next time they meet.]

Right. [One more little nod and he's off to shower.]