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mingle on the pathstone

Who: The Pathstone crew and anyone brave enough to come say hi
Broadcast: not this time
Action: I mean obvs
When: all month? all month!

[Contrary to popular believe, the Pathstone isn't THAT useless. Yes they can go months without an upgrade and sure they're kind of a mess at the best of times, but they still function!

Most of the time. Flying sideways in space is all about perspective anyway, and they haven't done a barrel roll in like... well probably awhile.

So welcome, new Pathstone dwellers! We're probably very sorry in advance.]

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[It is honestly a surprise, especially considering that very odd grin on his face as he comes at her, but once she's in his arms, once she's right up against him... it doesn't really matter anymore.

She's tired and lonely and she didn't want to lose him, she isn't ready to lose anyone else, so this is more a relief than it probably should be.

He may use one arm, but both of hers go around him, one even reaching up so she can get her hand into his hair for a rewarding ruffle. She needed this more than she wants to admit and it doesn't really matter why Tek has chosen to do it, just that he has.

She wants to tell him that she's there for him, she wants to say thank you, but she just sighs softly and leans into him and lets her head rest against his shoulder for a moment.]

[he doesn't wrap his other arm around her, but he does let his face rest down on the top of her head for a moment. he keeps her for only the span of a breath, however--in and out, enough time to get over and push aside everything that had been rattling in his head--before he finally loosens his hold.

and as he does so--]

It means 'girl who is mine.'

[She smiles, making sure to hide it against his chest while he's close enough for her to get away with it. Somehow that's sweeter than she had imagined, that simple little word telling her so much about where they are.

It dooms her a little, she supposes, makes her decision for her because if he's comfortable enough with her to claim her with that kind of name and show her his past she doesn't think she can forsake him now. Her hand is still resting against his neck after he puts space between them, but she doesn't reclaim it just yet.]

You'd better keep using it, then. I think we're stuck with each other.

I still think you're an idiot.

[which is perhaps not the sweetest thing he could have said, but it tilts the scales somewhere safe, and he says it with affection. because, if there is something wrong with her judgment, he doesn't have to think too hard about the things she says that are hard for him to listen to.

he can tell himself this for now, at least. it's a weak excuse, but it's enough to move on with.

so, he tilts his head toward the hall. they can finally go rest now.]

[She rolls her eyes at him, turning away to head down the hallway.]

You really need to work on your dirty talk, that does absolutely nothing for me.

Oh, no? You seemed like the type to be a glutton for punishment.

[which is both generally funny, and tragically relevant, considering their previous conversation. and he follows after her... as if there was anything normal about this at all.]

There is a difference between enjoying something like being spanked and being called an idiot, you know.

[This is a bad habit, flirting like this to keep people at bay, to keep them from paying attention to what she's really feeling or thinking, but after all that it's necessary.

And amusing, and she needs that too. She motions for him to go ahead of her into the captain's quarters, willing to let him claim his side of the nest first.]

[he does so, and since he's already dressed down for simply hanging around the ship, it won't take him more than a minute to get undressed. there are no boots to spend time working out of.

and with no shirt in the way, he pushes his necklace over his shoulder to hang behind him before he climbs into the nest. he's done it a million times before, but now she knows the reason behind it.]

Oh? I've never been a fan of either, so I wouldn't know. I'm taking notes now, though.

[bad habit indeed.]

[If he is taking notes, it's a good thing she's misleading him. She's pretty sure he doesn't mean it, at least not at face value. The necklace is something she notices more now that she knows the purpose of it and she finds herself wondering what happened to it when he died, if it had been a much closer call that she realized.

She feels a little cold now that she's considered that possibility, but it doesn't stop her from stripping down to her Atroma issued tank top and one of the few frivolous purchases she's made for herself, a simple pair of close fitting shorts that had proven to be very comfortable to sleep in.

She wears no shoes at any time, of course, so her undressing goes just as fast as his does, and like him there's a necklace tucked safely away. Hers is a ring on a leather cord, but it's long enough to be hidden under the neck of the tank top and it's something that's been there so long she doesn't think twice about it.]

I find that hard to believe, for some reason.

[She follows him into bed, pulling the blankets and pillows she favors around her. She hadn't slept here quite as much after her relationship with Cullen had progressed to spending nearly every night in bed with him, but she's not surprised to find she's missed it here. It's just as comfortable as it ever was, and as she lays down and stretches out she sighs in contentment.]

Do you?

[but he's hardly paying attention to the conversation, of course. as soon as he slithers into the blankets, he's realizing exactly how tired he really is. he'd been pushing his sleeping schedule to further and further extremes lately, and he'd really overtaxed himself with this last week or so.

exhaustion drags on him like weights, but he still gives a great big stretch, sprawled out on his back, before folding his arms behind his head and settling down.]

Or perhaps you enjoy things that are far too elaborate for their own good, I couldn't begin to guess.

[For the first time in weeks, once she's in bed and ready to attempt sleeping Jove actually feels like it might work. Maybe all she needed was this, one push to make being conscious impossible.

She could thank Tek for providing it, but she won't. No sense in giving any more credit and inflating his ego any more than she already has.]

Melava somniar, lethallin.

[His augment will tell him she's wishing him pleasant dreams, or something close to that.]

That sounds more likely.

[it's something he has been accused of, at the very least.

and he only answers her with a noncommittal 'mhmm,' before settling in for his usual shuffle-around in the nest until he finds a comfortable spot that he likes. this time, it takes the form of him hugging a lump of blankets towards himself as he brings his arms down from where they'd been folded... and she just happens to be kind of caught up in the mass.]

[She isn't expecting to be dragged anywhere, if she's honest, so he gets a muffled, surprised sound from her that's followed almost immediately by a soft laugh. Not expecting it, sure, but it's impossible to deny this is something that makes far too much sense for him to do.]

If you wanted to hold me, you could have just asked.

[his eyes are already closed, but he smirks.]

I think you're underestimating how much I like these blankets.

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