Halls of Fandom High, Friday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel wandered aimlessly through the halls, avoiding...everyone. Phoebe wanted her grandmother and oldest sister to meet him this weekend, and he still wasn't so sure about that. And he really didn't want to see all the happy reunions of parents and children that other people were having. Jealousy, he knew. After all, he didn't have a loving mother or father who wanted to see him. His father was dead, his mother was (thankfully) dead now, and the rest of the Underworld thought he was dead.

He sighed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his head down as he rounded a random corner.

[ooc: for those who know who they are. If you have a desire to jump in, please to be pinging me on AIM first.]

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked at Bel and then nodded, giving Bel a warm smile.

"Rest well, Bel and don't hesitate to make yourself at home. There are extra towels in the linen closet. Also Don't mind me if I pop in to bug you a couple of times in the night. It's a doctor instinct, want to make sure you don't slip into a coma."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"It's not a doctor instinct, it's a mother instinct," Aziraphale corrected teasingly, with a wink for Bel. "Feel free to raid the kitchen as well, my dear, if you like."

Standing, he leaned over and gave Bel a very quick gentle around his shoulders, quick enough that hopefully the young man wouldn't be too much bothered by the contact. "Anything at all you need, you just say so."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel carefully rose to his feet and moved toward the study door. He paused at the door and turned around. "Thanks again," he said. "I'll see you in the morning. Or throughout the night as the case may be." He gave Wilson a rueful smile.

He disappeared into the room, made a quick phone call, then collapsed on the bed and immediately passed out.