Pezzy's healing clinic for supervillains

A day off

Usually, Pezzy enjoyed his days off from work. Although he tried to take as many hours as he could, there were still times when he had a day or two off. In the past he, Eric, and Dallas would try to coordinate the days they had off so they could all spend time together. These days off were special for the trio, almost always spent curled up on their couch in a pile of blankets and pillows, snacking on whatever food they had in the apartment while rewatching their favorite movies together.

Today... wasn't like that though.

It had only been a few days since their argument. The air in the apartment had been nearly suffocating with tension as Eric gave Pezzy the cold shoulder, with Dallas awkwardly trying to act as a mediator between them. Eric had made it clear he wasn't going to stop with the pissy attitude until Pezzy came clean with his secrets, while at the same time Pezzy refused to say anything unless Eric and Dallas opened up about their own shit first.

So basically, they were at a stalemate.

Or they were fucked. This sentence could work also.

Eric was sitting at his computer, working on some more coding assignments although he technically had the day off. Dallas was curled up into the far corner of the couch, headphones over his ears as he tried to put all his focus on his DS. And Pezzy was trying to watch a documentary on sharks to take his mind off things, but it wasn't working very well.

Pezzy was bothered by two major things right now. One was obviously the fight he was having with his roommates, but the other was the knowledge that at the end of the week he was going to go meet with the Frouse for the first time. The idea of going to the supervillain meeting loomed above him, his anxieties popping up in the back of his mind to remind him of everything that could go wrong.

Droid said he would protect him, but how far would he go? Were the villains going to be grateful for his help, or were they going to demand more than he could give?

There were a lot of ways the meeting could go wrong, but Pezzy also couldn't forget the fear in Smii7y's voice. If Pezzy hadn't been there, Kryoz would've died. That was going to happen to more villains, because the heroes lied to the public to make themselves look better.

Such bitches.

Going to the Frouse meeting was like walking into a lion's den, but Pezzy knew he had to do it. If another villain died when he could've helped them, he would never be able to bury the guilt.

So, yeah, suffice to say he was stressed out of his mind. Sitting in the apartment, struggling not to think of Frouse meeting while his roommates gave him the cold shoulder was practically torture for his nerves.

He needed to get out of there. Do something to distract himself.

Well... he hadn't talked to Jaime in a few days, now had he?

Jaime had given Pezzy his number a little while ago, but he hadn't had a reason to call him on it before. Although they had only hung out on the days Jaime came into the cafe, Jaime had said he and Pezzy were friends, so it wasn't too weird for Pezzy to want to hang out with him on his day off, right?

... right? That's what friends do, don't they?

Hopefully not. If Jaime wasn't available or didn't want to see him today, Pezzy was probably just going to wander around the city anyway just to escape Eric's icy glances.

Picking up his phone, he typed in Jaime's contact and pressed the call button, not bothering to move to another room as the phone rang in his ear.

One ring....