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[bothbarrels]

 I suppose if you've reached this message I'm not around to accept your contact.
So, you can just leave it here, and I'll be sure to contact you back as soon as I can.

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Re: 192, voice, that evening

[pain_train]

[It would be nice to see him. She really likes North. She's just... not certain about anything (other than Maine being her partner and having her six, sometimes he feels like the only certain thing in the world) so maybe that would be good. Solid.]

You can come over here if you want. I'm... not walking too well right now. Julien wants me off my feet until he can see me tomorrow.

192, voice, that evening

[bothbarrels]

Have you had dinner? I can grab something on the way if you want.

[ It's a little late for dinner but he certainly hasn't eaten anything. ]

Re: 192, voice, that evening

[pain_train]

I could eat. The chems do weird stuff to my stomach, so I didn't eat much for dinner.

Thanks, North.

192, voice=>action, that evening (with a tiny timeskip)

[bothbarrels]

You're welcome.

[ After finding out what she wants he runs out and picks it up, along with something for himself, and gets to her place on his hover cycle in as short a period of time as he can manage.

He can remember how when they first got together, he would so look forward to seeing her, and compares it with how mixed his feelings are now. He's not so much upset with her as he is with the situation—for falling for someone so different from him, with such different expectations and standards.

But that just meant they had to talk about things and work things out, right?

He sighs and lets himself in. He actually doesn't know which bedroom she'd chosen for her own and calls out. ]

Wrath?

[post_proelia_praemia]

[Orion's busy deep cleaning the bathroom, and hops out when he hears someone enter, in movement and halfway into the living room before he hears North call out.

He freezes dead in his tracks, but he's too conspicuous to back out now.]

Uh, hallway to the right, third door down." Brief, awkward as hell pause, "You want a soda or anything?

[bothbarrels]

He looks down at the bags of food in his hand briefly. He hadn't gotten anything to drink. "Just water would be fine. I don't know what Wrath would want."

[post_proelia_praemia]

"I got it. I know what she likes." Oh god the words are out of his mouth before he realizes what he's saying. "Juice, I know what, I mean -- nevermind. I'll get it." He turns and huffs his way into the kitchen, silently berating himself.

[bothbarrels]

That's what North doesn't like—her being so close to these guys that they know her better than he does.

In fact, he hates it.

He shadows the doorway to the kitchen, not speaking until the juice is handed to him. "Thanks," he says, and turns, and head toward Wrath's room.

[post_proelia_praemia]

Orion's trying to play small when he returns. Really, he'd just like to disappear into the floorboards, but that's not physically possible so he's just going to take an intense interest in feet. He hands off bottles of juice and water, waffles a moment, and then intentionally say something stupid.

"You should come around more often." He wonders if it's too subtle? He knows he shouldn't be making commentary on something he knows jack shit about, but for being in a relationship he's hardly actually seen them together. None of your business, Orion. Butt out. He turns back towards the bathroom.

[bothbarrels]

He turns his head back in Orion's direction. "I plan to," he says, because it's true, he hasn't spent nearly enough time with Wrath lately. With that he strides forward and opens her door, stepping inside and shutting it again.

[pain_train]

Wrath's propped up in her bed with a bunch of pillows so that she's comfortable. She has the painting frame in her lap. When she door opens without any warning she drops the stylus and looks up. Then she smiles. Kind of awkward, not as brightly as she has before, but still a big smile. It's nice to see North. He's a good guy. "Hey, North."

[bothbarrels]

"Hi." It's a relief to see her reclined in bed like that, not up and around stressing herself. He puts the food down along with the drinks on her bedside table and puts out a hand. "Okay if I take that and put it away?"

[pain_train]

"Oh, sure." She saves her work and stows the stylus. The frame's light enough that it's not a problem for her to lift it up and offer it to him. "Thanks for bringing food with you. You definitely need to make sure you eat."

[bothbarrels]

"I have been. Been doing my best, anyway." Couldn't do better than his best. He sets the frame aside and perches on the side of her bed. "Just like you've been doing your best to rest, I'm sure."

[pain_train]

"I've been on so many chems the last couple days I kind of don't want to move." She laughs. "But Maine and Orion have been taking really good care of me."

[bothbarrels]

"Yeah. I'm sure they have." He draws a breath and reaches to tuck her hair behind her ear. He hates it, hates it, that she's gotten used to them taking care of her needs without him. "They'd hear about it from me if they hadn't been," he adds.

[pain_train]

"You don't have to worry. Maine's always got my six." She's glad they're living with her, really. After all the stuff that happened during the riots, she definitely doesn't want to live alone now like she'd kind of been planning before.

It's kind of nice that North messes with her hair a little. He gets kind of fussy about that stuff, and it's cute. "York doing okay?"

[bothbarrels]

He licks his lips and drops his hand from her ear. That's something else, the way she talks about Maine, knowing what Maine does to him in his future. She witnessed it in his dreamscape, but somehow that doesn't seem to make a difference. "Yeah, I mean, he's York," he answers. "You know, he always makes it through things, somehow."

[pain_train]

Wrath looks at him curiously. Does he want to say something? But apparently not, he's just answering her question. She'll trust that if he's got a problem, he'll say it. "York's pretty awesome," she agrees. "I should take him to another gallery some time. He had a lot of fun at the last one."

[bothbarrels]

He's working up to that, considering her honesty policy, but he actually doesn't know what good it'll do. She's become invested enough in a friendship with Maine that she invited him to live in her house.

"York likes anything like that as long as he can be social while he's at it," North says. "I bet that's what he liked the most about it."

[pain_train]

"Maybe. But art can be really valuable as a shared experience, so I can dig that. It was a lot of fun to try to tell him about stuff." She smiles. "I've taken Delta to an art show too. I'll get everyone eventually!"

[bothbarrels]

"That sounds really nice." He gestures a bit with his head toward the containers on the bedside table. "You want your food?"

[pain_train]

"Oh, sure! But only if you eat too." He must need to eat more than she does.

[bothbarrels]

"Of course." He hands her her container, then picks up his own. He hadn't felt like much and had just ordered a chicken sandwich. Since he's sort of sitting sideways to face her he balances the container on his knee and lifts his sandwich out to take a bite.

[pain_train]

She opens up her own container. Chicken bits! Perfect.

She's starting to realize that something must be wrong. Maybe she should say something. But after the earlier argument, after what she told North, she's feeling grumpy enough that she's going to just wait until he speaks up. "You can bring over Duke some time to play, if you want," she offers.