driftfleet | [snuggle up real close everyone]

Yeah, I'm good. Thanks. [She watches him go before looking at the vampire.]

Sascha, go home. [Her voice isn't annoyed like before. Just gently commanding.]

[ It's precisely the tone she needs to sue to get him to listen. Of course he gives her a look first, something akin to longing because he hasn't spent nearly the amount of time with her that he wanted, but. Hot!mom has spoken, and she did pet his hair. That's a pretty big...win.

~~eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~~ ]

Okay...

Thank you. I'll come see you later. [Maybe they can find some scrap of time where they aren't both really sleepy.]

Okay~ [ It's more enthusiastic this time around, and it's even accompanied by a short wave--and you know what? Sascha even reaches out like he maybe wants to touch her back in some way as a goodbye, but...he can't think of a good gesture to make, so he just lets it hang for a moment before dropping it back to his side and scooting off the edge of the bed. ]

I'll show you my teeth when you come visit!

[She was curious to see what he was going to do so she just waited for it until he dropped his hand and then she reached out to take it and give it a squeeze.] Sounds good. I'm glad you're feeling better.

[ Oh man...alright, that one he wasn't prepared for. It takes him a moment to squeeze back, but when he does it's obvious he's incredibly touched and happy about it. ]

...Does that mean we can do dance lessons again?

Of course. And I can probably get Winn to figure out some music for it too.

--Can Winn dance too? [ Please say yes please say yes ]

In general or with us?

...Both?

I can ask him.

Yes please...! [ And then make him say yes with your thighs okay Sascha needs this ]

[Wow, Sascha. Wow.]

Okay, now head back.

[ Winn need a pick-me up and Sascha needs a dance partner and YOU NEED SUM LOVIN. It's Winn-win-win. ]

Yes ma'am~~~ Night!

Night. [She'll relax back into the bed after Sascha leaves, and will wait for Winn to return. She's definitely not sleeping before that.]

[ you can only drag making coffee so long, and winn's never excelled at dragging things out. he stares at his re-emptied cup for a moment before washing it, and heading back towards the room. tired and anxious as he is, he keeps his eyes on the floor, just focusing on not walking into a wall again - that hurts when kitty's not holding his hand! - but his eyes shoot up at the sound of footsteps. ]

Hi - heading back? [ is it wrong that he's relieved? no, it's the middle of the night. it's wrong that that's not why he's relieved, maybe. ]

Uh-huh~ Kitty said she'll visit later, so. [ That's clearly all he needed to be sent on his way. He's not a vampire of many complex needs, this one.

But he does look happy to see Winn again regardless. ]

Alright - [ he smiles and -- uncertain what else to do, pats sascha lightly on the shoulder ] good night, have a safe trip -

[ yeah it's a short one but those shuttles.

offering another little wave, he fully intends to head on back to the room. the longer he lingers, the greater his chances of ending up with a foot in his mouth, after all. ]

[It is kind of hard not to drift off when it's still dark and the bed is cozy and it's late or early or whatever happens at this hour. But she's still awake when the door opens.] Hey. [Her voice is soft, welcoming and concerned. It's a lot for a tone and one word to carry!]

Hey -

[ he gropes his way back into the bed, for once happy that the room's so small, and carefully sinks back into it with a sigh. he wraps an arm around her, and kisses the top of her head. ]

Need a lullaby? [ he's actually in trouble if she says yes because the only one he knows is the one from mary poppins. ]

I just need you. [She curls up against him, glad he doesn't seem mad. Except mad is the thing he hides. Why so difficult, boyfriend?] Are you sure nothing was wrong? [This is your second shot at honesty. Alone this time!]

[ if he were simple, you'd be bored! why do this to him, he doesn't want to outright lie to her, not ever, and this phrasing leaves him with no wiggle room to avoid the subject. it's the middle of the night, and he's picturing a shapeshifting werewolf eating his girlfriend. of course something is wrong.

he sighs, his throat suddenly feels dry. ]

I know that sometimes, people have no choice. But it really doesn't sound like the case with Mr. Big Bad. I don't - Kitty, it's not about powers, or difficult pasts, I just...I'm worried.

[ if you had another choice and you go with killing - that's not forgivable to him. if you're unrepentant about your actions - that's even worse. that's his dad. ]

[It was that? She reaches up to stroke his hair.] I don't think there's anything wrong with being cautious around him. I don't know enough about him to say what his feelings are now or intentions were then or what happened and Sascha gets things...confused sometimes. [She doesn't consider him a credible source of anything really. Just a starting point.]

What are you worried about?

You.

[ honestly. he has no way to help her, no way to protect her, and if anything happened to her, how's he supposed to keep living with himself? especially if he saw trouble and said nothing, did nothing. ]

[That was not the answer she expected. Not that she had a specific one in mind.] ...Me? Why?

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