Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[phaselocknroll]

[ She leans her head on his shoulder, nodding slightly ]

You'll hear no arguments from me.

About what you said before.... about staying here. Would you want to? There seems to be plenty of jobs around. We could, I don't know, earn some coin, buy a house? Get a that dog you wanted.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ he laughs a little. ]

I would name it something ridiculous, you know.

... I might've yelled at Lilith, though. Think she might be pissed at me.

[phaselocknroll]

You could name it whatever you want. It'll be your dog.

[ She pats him on the arm ] I'll talk to her. But I should probably get cleaned up first.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He stands then, but doesn't let go of her hand. He holds the other out to her to help her up. ]

Yeah, of course. Lemme give you a hand.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She gets to her feet, her back protesting the movement- not painfully, but it certainly didn't like the idea of moving. She glances over her shoulder, trying to get a look at the bloodied bandages on her back ]

Did these used to be your coat?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He frowns, then nods, because-- that's a weird question. What a weird question, Maya. ]

Yeah. It was the only spare fabric we had on hand.

[phaselocknroll]

... Thank you. For taking care of me like you did.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He presses a quick kiss to her forehead. ]

Hey, 'bout time I returned the favor, right? 'Sides. You would've done the same for me.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She smiles up at him ] Always. Partners take care of each other, right?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He returns the smile easily enough. ]

Yeah, absolutely.

[phaselocknroll]

Mm. I'm thinking I'm in dire need of a bath.

[ a pause, and her smiles settles firmly into a smirk ] Care to join me?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Okaayyyy, guess whose mind is coming to a screeching halt? ]

Um--

[ because did she just ask what he thinks she asked he's pretty sure she did but okay well maybe he really should actually keep an eye on her because she's still healing and what if she needs a hand?

-- Yeah. Yeah, that's legitimate. ]

If you think you'll need the company, sure.

[ Ignore the way his voice sort of catches nervously, but yeah. Yeah he's totally on board with this. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ She miiiiight be attempting to distract him- the mood has been somewhat solemn since she woke. And there's a part of her that feels the need to remind him of how much she needs him.

She grabs his hand and drags him off to find someone to draw a bath. It doesn't take long to find someone, and not long after that until a bath is ready for her.

She's not really sure why they felt the need to give her a privacy screen to get undressed behind, though. It's not like Peter hasn't seen her naked before, and she's kind of struggling with getting those bandages off herself. ]

I uh... I think I might need a hand.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Well, the distraction works -- if momentarily. The sort of awkward way she calls him over, though, gives him pause. ]

Everything alright?

[phaselocknroll]

I just can't get these bandages off.

[ she was really hoping to do them herself, since she'd really not rather remind him of how bad off she was ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He takes a breath, and glances at the bandages (they're pretty much soaked red, and he wonders if they should have changed it all during the night?). He nods as he moves closer, workings to loosen and untie the bandages. ]

This'll just take a second.

[phaselocknroll]

Sorry. I thought I could get them.

[ Her dress is still caked with blood- she'll probably need a new one- as is her back in places, but it's easy enough to spot the scar. A long, thin line, pink against her pale skin, running between her shoulder blades ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, it's fine.

[ His stomach sinks at the sight of the scar, and he stops himself just short of touching it.

He swallows and forces himself to move again, peeling away the bandages. ]

Pretty sure this dress is a lost cause.

[phaselocknroll]

I'm probably long overdue for some new clothes anyway.

[ she kind of wants to ask what the damage is, but she resolutely decides that she doesn't care. ]

I've never been dress shopping before.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He casts aside the rest of the bandages (and he's pretty sure he's going to ask someone to burn them) before clearing his throat a little. ]

Yeah? Well, that makes two of us. [ -- Lame joke, sure, but he's trying. ]

[phaselocknroll]

No? But you'd look so lovely.

[ So is she. She's really, really trying, because she just wants him to be okay again. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He tries for a smile. ]

Pretty sure I don't have your figure for it, but thanks for the compliment.

[ -- and he does, too, but there's still dried blood on her skin, and it reminds him of the way his hands were slick with it, how it soaked his sleeves as he held her as she fell silent and no, please, you said you wouldn't leave--

He clears his throat again. ]

Go on, get yourself cleaned up. Then we can worry about getting you something pretty.

[phaselocknroll]

I-- [ it's hard not to notice the old panic, the old fear, bubbling up in him. She hates it with every fiber of her being. She hates that this happened, and most of all she hates not seeing him smile- really smile.

She just sort of... sags in defeat. ] Yeah. All right.

I'll try not to take too long.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, don't worry about it. Take your time, alright? I've got all the time in the world.

[phaselocknroll]

[ With a sigh, she turns to face him, and there's worry on her face, and seeping, slowly, through their link ] Are you going to be okay?