desire ; johnten [ ✓ ]

FOUR

johnny jerked awake, still in the same space on his bed as he had been before. he could still see clearly and there wasn't any dried blood on his mouth. he had dreamt it all happened again, didn't he?

he sat up, looking around. he was very, very confused. at that moment, the bathroom door opened, letting ten poke his head outside to speak.

"can i borrow some clothes?" he asked. "since... y'know."

"yeah, sure, sure," johnny retorted with a grin, instantly forgetting about what had just "happened." "hold on."

he got up, heading into his small closet and picking a random pair of shorts and a t-shirt before handing it to ten, who took the clothes gratefully before closing the bathroom door again. a few moments went by and ten was out again, wearing clothes that looked a size too big on him.

"so," ten started, drawing out the last sound as he placed himself down beside johnny. "since we're stuck here, why don't we get to know each other more?"

some monster in johnny's chest purred with delight at the sound of that and his response of "sure!" came off way too eager, in his opinion.

they did talk for a bit, as in their jobs (johnny was completely jobless, surviving off the money his aunt reluctantly sent him every month), and various other things about their life. but not one time during that conversation did ten ever mention his clearly injured foot.

although, he did say he used to dance. maybe his foot had played a part in him giving dancing up.

"anything else we can do?" ten asked suddenly. "i'm getting bored."

"hmm..." johnny thought for a long moment before remembering the huge tv in front of his couch. "we could watch my favourite show."

"ooh, what's it called?" ten was now interested.

"triggers," johnny answered, even more happy at his reaction. but something came to him and with a slight frown, he added, "it's all in english, though."

"i understand a decent amount," ten retorted. "so, we watching it?"

johnny's frown curled right back into a smile. "of course."

and so, they settled onto the comfortable couch, johnny turning the tv back on after it had gone off, quickly finding triggers and starting back on the first episode ever of season one. it was certainly a trip down memory lane to some extent, and johnny finishing up the season finale could wait until ten reaches that point too.

they binge-watched up to episode twenty before realising what time it was — it would midnight in just a single minute.

"you can sleep in my bed," johnny spoke up after pausing the episode. "i can take the couch."

"but it's your flat," ten retorted, sounding rather confused. the only reason he slept in his bed earlier was because johnny had fallen asleep on the couch and he had no other option to choose from so he could do the same.

but, johnny insisted on it. "i'll be fine. you take the bed."

"alright then," ten responded without further argument.

that night, it was almost completely quiet. the tv was off, the analog clock above the bed ticking softly along with the low ruffle of the covers as ten switched what side he was laying on.

johnny easily fell asleep himself on the couch, tucked under the spare blanket he thankfully owned. for most of the night, it was like that — peaceful and quiet.

until there was a scratching noise against the door.

ten made a face, turning back onto his other side while using his hand to pick up the other side of the pillow to cover his other ear. he knew there wasn't any animal in this flat (he would've seen a cat or a dog) and it couldn't be johnny making that noise.