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It had taken only fifteen minutes for Eva to reach the apartment block, throwing her cash in the direction of the cab driver before sliding out and into the apartment. Finally at the door, Eva rummaged through her purse, finding her keys after a frustrating hunt. 

[color=fdc68a]"C'mon c'mon-- ah!"[/color] Her fingers finally grasped the metal, bringing it out and sliding it into the lock, opening the door for herself. Throwing her bag across the room, Eva found Jejomar sitting in the living room, clothes changed and face red.

[color=fdc68a]"Jay? Please tell me you're okay."[/color] Evalyn asked, the concern obvious in her voice.

Jay calmly waited in the minimalist, designer living room, blank face staring at the wall. He bided his time by counting the number of seconds that passed after his call. He thought of a lot, a sense of worry sparking inside of him. How would Eva react? Would she react positively to his condition? What if… What if that bastard voice in his head took over? What would happen to Eva then? He gripped his jeans tightly, fists clenching as he began doubting his decision of being with his sister alone with the possibility of [i]it[/i] taking over. The dull, throbbing pain was still present and just as he heard a struggle to open the door, he began coughing.

This wasn't the fake, small cough that people used to get out of class. This was a real coughing fit. Blood and all. He clutched at his heart, the other hand covering his mouth as crimson liquid sprayed over his palm. As Eva approached him, he held a hand up to her, a gesture of reassurance that he was fine. A full thirty seconds of coughing fit passed, hand red with blood. He calmly took out some tissue and cleaned his hand, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He looked up to Eva and stared her in the eye. “[color=wheat]I called you, to say that everything’s fine.[/color]” He gave a fake grin, blood smeared teeth ruining the purpose of the gesture.

[color=fdc68a]"Everything is [i]fine[/i]?"[/color] Eva parroted, incredulously. Jay was literally coughing out his lung! Or, that's what it looked like to her. With all the blood around, Eva felt her stomach twist uncomfortably. It wasn't like she hated the sight of blood, but to see Jay coughing it out in copious amounts, there had to be [i]something[/i] wrong.

[color=fdc68a]"Like hell you are,"[/color] She went to the hallway where she could grab a spare towel from the cupboard before approaching him once more. Eva handed him the towel, [color=fdc68a]"now, will you tell me what's going on with you? What- what happened this morning? And i-"[/color] Eva stopped herself before she asked too many questions. She didn't want to overwhelm the poor guy. Instead, she cleared her throat, asking again, [color=fdc68a]"first, tell me whether you're alright or not, and be [i]honest[/i]."[/color]

Jay gulped. There was no way of talking out of this. He had to tell her. He let out a deep sigh, clasped his hands together and looked down at the floor. It looked like he was about to cry but he had to be tough. No more crying for him. “[color=wheat]I was first diagnosed with Dual Personality syndrome at the age of fifteen, depression three years before that. I have sheets and sheets of psych evaluations, my parents trying everything to ‘heal’ me. It was after three years of therapy that there was no ‘healing’ me. I took this pill until I came to the States.[/color]” 

He held up a small pill bottle, half full of medicine. “[color=wheat]I was prescribed with them when I had these attacks, like the one you witnessed there. They said that it would suppress my emotions, so I could feel no pain. No more emotional roller coasters. No more voices. It made me unemotional. I didn't care about anything in that state. Nothing at all. I was like a zombie. When I stopped taking them, I enjoyed years of being free. Being happy. Then this thing came back.[/color]” He tapped the side of his head, referring to the voice in his mind.

“[color=wheat]And now… Well, you saw the change. KJ beat up Eddy. A week of being stuck in my room, stressed and frustrated. And then the attacks. You asked if I was okay? No. Am I dealing with it? No. But I've made the decision of just pushing it all down, to deal with it another day. Because I am [i]never[/i] going to take these pills, ever again.[/color]” He said the last sentence angrier than he would've liked but it showed what he felt about his situation. Angry. So. Damn. Angry.

Eva listened quietly, taking a seat beside him on the sofa with her hands clasped. Things were slowly starting to fall into place. Things were fine - or as fine as things could be - with Karaoke Jay around. [color=fdc68a]"Does Tas know about this? She's probably better about dealing with this than I am."[/color] Eva told him honestly. 

She knew nothing on how to help Jay through his situation. She [i]wanted[/i], god, she wanted to, but Eva was scared - not scared of Jay, but she was scared of unintentionally hurting him. Scared of making things worse.[color=fdc68a]"Isn't there any other way to stop... the Other Guy?"[/color] She asked instead.

If Jay didn't like taking the pills, then there had to be [i]something[/i] he could do to stop the unpleasant personality. She wasn't sure if it was fine for her to suggest going to therapy. He didn't seem to like it before, or at least, that's what Eva felt. 

Jay smiled at her. She cared. She cared for him, for what he was going through. He reached out for her, wrapping her tiny frame in his arms. He placed her on his lap and held on tightly. In this close proximity of each other, with any other person (including Echo) he would've been stuttering like a maniac. He breathed deeply, a warm tickling breath escaping from his mouth. He placed his head on her shoulder, eyes closed in contemplation. “[color=wheat]Tas wants me to give her my psych sheets. She thinks… She thinks that I may not be stable enough for Echo.[/color]” He whispered in her ear, a quiet, deep voice, full of emotion. “[color=wheat]She’ll be the same though. As all the others. She will try to help but none of them have fixed my problems. I thought that talking to you might help. And don't worry about the Other Guy. I’ll keep on trucking until...[/color]” He smiled sadly, squeezing her a little, letting the words hang in the air.

Being placed on Jejomar's lap, with him whispering into her ear and resting his head on her shoulder would [i]definitely[/i] give someone the wrong idea. However, it wouldn't hurt for a moment, would it? [color=fdc68a]"If anyone can help you, I know Tas can."[/color] Eva assured him, [color=fdc68a]"She cares about Echo, a lot, so I know that she'll try her best to help you too."[/color] She patted his shoulder, almost awkwardly. 

She didn't wait long before squirming out of his grip. That was enough close comforting. It just didn't look, or feel, right. Instead, she masked her awkwardness by shuffling back towards the kitchen, grabbing the two of them a glass of water before returning.

[color=fdc68a]"You need to rest."[/color] Eva said instead, handing over the cool glass to Jay. [color=fdc68a]"You look [i]really[/i] tired, Echo will want you at your best when you go visit her tomorrow."[/color]

Taking a sip of the cool drink, she sat down on the coffee table instead, sitting opposite to Jay.

Jay looked confused at her, tilting his head. He made a little “huh?” sound as his sister left him to go to the kitchen. Now, as an only child and living a very sheltered lifestyle, he didn't know how siblings acted. So as she squirmed out of his grip, he was perplexed at why the sudden drop of temperature due to the loss of body heat. His face was almost straight out of a cartoon, like a big question mark was placed on top of his head. As she came back, instead of returning next to him, she sat on the coffee table. Still confused, he took the cool glass of water. He just shrugged at her concern, scratching the back of his head. “[color=wheat]I’m fine sis, I really am. Thanks for that, I feel better now.[/color]”

As he took a sip of cool water, he heard a familiar, annoying voice come from the emptiness of his mind. ‘[color=wheat][i]Cuddling with this chick, huh bitch? Didn't know that you had the balls to juggle two girls at once. You picked well.[/i][/color]’ Imagery of him cuddling with Eva sprouted in his head, the laughter of a thousand voices echoing. His eyes widened, cheeks turning a fiery red, water spitting out into his cup and on the floor. He looked at his “sibling” and turned to look at his cup. “[color=wheat]Uh, y-yeah sis. S-Sorry about that.[/color]” He heard the words ‘sister’ and ‘kinky’, only serving to make him even more embarrassed as he tried to make himself as small as possible.

Eva was glad that she was able to help out in some way. She rubbed her arm, still unsure whether or not to bring up the therapist idea or not but before she could ask, Jay spat out his drink, the girl immediately jolting and turning so nothing would get on her. [color=fdc68a]"What the f- Are you alright?"[/color]

As he confirmed he was okay, apologising even, Eva reached over to pick up the towel she had given him earlier, finding a part that wasn't spotted with blood and dropping it onto the ground so it wouldn't be slippery should someone want to leave. [color=fdc68a]"Was that - um, the Other Guy?"[/color] She asked. 

Eva placed her half empty glass to the side, away enough so she wouldn't drop it by accident. [color=fdc68a]"Have you thought about going to a therapist, here? I mean- I'm - I'm not forcing you to but I'm just asking i-if you thought about it?"[/color] She asked. She saw Jay curling up into himself, making himself smaller. Eva didn't know whether it was her question that was making him like this, so she added, [color=fdc68a]"y-you don't need to answer that."[/color]

‘Kinky’ was not a good word. Not at all. And as it repeated over and over in his mind, thoughts and imagery that shouldn't appear in an innocent snowflake began sprouting from his head, spurting all over the place. It was stuck everywhere, like a sticky substance that couldn't go away. He grabbed his head with one hand, shaking it around as he tried to clean himself. He smiled at Eva, cheeks still flaring red. “[color=wheat]Y-Yeah, that w-was the Other Guy. He w-was being s-silly.[/color]” His imagination went wild, mostly from influence from the Other Guy but some, guiltily, from his own. He shook his head, eyes drooping downwards, drinking some water. “[color=wheat]I’m not going back Eva.[/color]” Now this would’ve been a very serious, sad moment, if only the Other Guy would shut up.

‘[color=wheat][i]Ooooo, I remember this bit. The part where she comforts you and says how great you are. And then the fucking happens. Yeaaaaahhhhhh. Can I have a go?[/i][/color]’ A shower of liquid sprayed all over the floor, table and Eva herself as Jay’s eyes opened wide.

Eva handed him some tissues, to help him clean himself up as the towel was a bit preoccupied. He definitely surprised her by spraying water over her leg, Eva jumping up in surprise. [i][color=fdc68a]'Gosh, what a mess...'[/color][/i] She couldn't help but think. [color=fdc68a]"Jay, this isn't right. What's going on? Do you need me to call someone?"[/color] She asked, all previous awkwardness gone.

Something [i]had[/i] to be wrong for Jay to keep spitting his water out. Did she do something wrong? Bring him the wrong type? She wasn't sure. All she could do was head back to the hallway once again, grabbing some extra towels - yeah, plural - to hand over to Jay. Sick or not, she can't stand the living room being dirty.

Jay nervously cleaned himself and the table, handing one over to Eva for her to get clean. His face a deep red, heart beating like a truck and his mind just went to unfathomable places. Wiping a small pool of liquid on his shoes, he thought of ways to tell Echo about this. Not able to think of a way to speak his way out of this, he just decided to keep it to himself. Finishing cleaning, as Older Little Brother Jay, he needed to explain himself. ‘[color=wheat][i]I shall now name you Jaeva, best [b]sibling[/b] pair 2k16.[/i][/color]”

Deciding that the Other Guy had said enough, he mentally kicked the voice in his head right where it hurts. He heard a groan and saw an image of himself waving the white flag, clutching the gonads. He then shoved him back to the deepest recesses of his mind so that he doesn't  spray more liquid around. He cleared his throat and began to speak in a quiet voice, getting hotter and hotter with each word. “[color=wheat]W-Well, he uh, when we were um…[/color]” He made a gesture, a motion for hugging. “[color=wheat]H-He kinda h-has a thing f-for you and s-so he said-[/color]” He mumbled the last few words, not having enough confidence to finish the sentence.

Oh. Eva stared at Jay, giving him an awkward grin, [color=fdc68a]"well, he wouldn't be the first."[/color] Eva said, trying to make Jay feel better. Of course, she had no idea whether she was correct, but at least Jay wouldn't have to feel so bad about his other personality. [color=fdc68a]"It's okay, its not like you can control what he says."[/color]

[color=fdc68a]"I-is he still there?"[/color]

“[color=wheat]Yeah baby! I'm still here! Why don’t you give me a piece of dat ass, guuur-mmmmph[/color]” Jay was shocked and was only able to shut his mouth a few seconds later, covering it with one hand. He mentally glared at the Other Guy before giving a second kick, and then a third. The other man just screamed with a high pitched voice, begging for mercy with each kick. Satisfied that it wouldn't come out again, he scratched the back of his head. “[color=wheat]Y-Yeah, he’s still here.[/color]”

Ah, well that answered it. Eva rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. Just knowing that the Other Guy was saying things about her was one thing, but to actually [i]hear[/i] it? And from Jay's mouth? Yeah, didn't feel right. Well, that's one thing that Eva certainly would have to change. She didn't want a situation where the Other Guy would catcall her while Connor or Echo were around. That would definitely give everybody the wrong idea and she didn't want to risk Jay getting hurt: physically or emotionally.

Speaking of Echo... [color=fdc68a]"Does Echo know about all this?"[/color]

“[color=wheat]No. No she doesn't. And hopefully I can keep it that way.[/color]” Jay said softly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He thought about it in the drive over to the apartment. He would hide it. He couldn't risk the chance of him being seen as a psycho, like what those bullies thought of him years ago. He couldn't risk the chance of her telling him that she was disgusted, that he was using this as an excuse. He couldn't risk the chance of losing her. He began muttering. “[color=wheat]I'm going to push it all down until I break. And hopefully I break way past the age of seventy.[/color]” He faked a smile before staring at his hands, a look of sadness on his face.

Eva listened, twiddling with her own fingers as the previously awkward atmosphere turned solemn. The hopeless romantic in her couldn't help but cry out for Jay. [color=fdc68a]"But, don't you think Echo deserves to know?"[/color] She asked him. Eva was sure that Jay had thought about this before, the heartbreaking look on his face said it all.

Taking a deep breath, Eva knew that what she was about to say was either going to make things better, or everything worse. And if things get bad, it would be on [i]her[/i]. It would be her own fault for pushing Jay too far. To think about things he didn't want to. 

But was it really love if you were hiding something as big as [i]the Other Guy[/i] from your girlfriend?

And queue the cheesy lecture. [color=fdc68a]"Jay... Echo [i]loves[/i] you. And you love her, don't you? Of course you do - even a blind guy can see the love the two of you have for each other."[/color] Eva told him, her voice growing more and more confident. [color=fdc68a]"Why should you be afraid of losing her? If she really loves you, she would try to help you. We may not be friends, but I know that Echo is not selfish."[/color]

Jay whispered, voice showing the struggle to hold in his emotions. "[color=wheat]But what then? She had a punctured lung, she has trouble breathing, her legs are broken in six different ways and she probably needs a wheelchair after recovery. If I tell her, damn it if I tell her, what then? Make her worry for me? Right now, she needs to worry about herself and I need to take care of her. Sure, I'll tell her afterwards, when she recovers. But not [b]now[/b]. Not when she's in that state. She's damn strong but right now, she's [i]vulnerable[/i]. She needs [i]me[/i].[/color]" A tear ran down his face, hitting his upward facing palm.

[color=fdc68a]"I'm not asking for you to do it now, but she definitely deserves to know it. Whether you do that right after her recovery or three years down the line when you're ready, she still has the right to know."[/color] Eva sighed. [color=fdc68a]"I really hope you don't think I'm forcing you to do anything. This is still your choice, I'm only giving you my opinion."[/color] She emphasised her words carefully, making sure that Jay knew [i]he[/i] had the choice. Eva gave Jay a reassuring smile, hoping to ease any tension he may have. While she wasn't 100% certain of Echo's reaction, she could only hope that the girl would take it well.

Jay sighed and then beamed a smile at her. “[color=wheat]I’ll think about it sis. Thank you, for doing this for me. It means a lot.[/color]” His face softened, relaxed and relatively normal now. He stood and gave her a brief, brotherly kiss before getting an idea. “[color=wheat]Do you wanna watch anime together?![/color]” His eyes sparkled with glee, finger pointing to the TV connected to his computer.

Eva returned the smile, nudging his side, [color=fdc68a]”Heyy, what are little sisters for? Other than annoying you, of course.”[/color] As if to prove her point, she rubbed her forehead childishly,, wiping the kiss as if it burned her. It was a joke, of course, as shown by her grin. Looking over her shoulder at the TV, [color=fdc68a]”Whenn have I ever said no to anime?”[/color]

It looked like things might be okay... for now.