driftfleet | Windrose June Mingle!

[ meanwhile, in the kitchen...

winn sits in front of his pretty lame breakfast of tea and wheat solid, since he's been too distracted to actually make something, and jumps when his communicator beeps, hurrying to pick it up.

oh. oh sascha. how he understands that reaction perfectly. just reading those words makes him want to burst into tears all over again, but kara isn't here to make him feel better, he's in the windrose kitchen and he needs to keep it together because it's sascha who needs their support right now.

he messages back. ]

go home?

[ sascha is going to need a lot of reassurances, he imagines, and not from him. he doesn't want her splitting her concern between them. ]

[ he found out, and while he isn't outright crying--because that's never something Sascha does--he's still got his face pressed to Kitty's...chest, in order to hear that heartbeat. Respectably. It's more like his face is in her collarbone than anywhere else. ]

Mmn. [ he hugs her tighter, for just a moment. ]

Up to you. Love you. [She doesn't want him here feeling awkward, but she knows Sascha likes him too so she figures he could help.

She rubs the vampire's back.]

[ he stares at that text for a minute, and tries to clear the haze of panic that sets in whenever he allows himself to think for even a second of the words dead and kitty in the same sentence. he wants to do the right thing here, but he's just not sure what it is. he doesn't want to abandon kitty to deal with this alone, but on the other hand, from the look of sascha he's not ready for any distance yet, and another person in the room, like them or not, is exactly that.

but he doesn't have all day to debate this, so eventually he sucks it up and decides - that it's really not his decision to make. this isn't about him. ]

I'll go grab my notes and hang out here in case you need me. tell sascha if he needs to talk later, he can come find me. love you too. text me for anything, including room service.

[ if they're gonna be there a while, she may need some food and water. ]

We'll breakfast with you when he calms down? [Not that they have anything on board for Sascha to eat, but she will need something. There's only so much she can comfort someone else about her own death.]

ok

[ he never wanted kitty to comfort him about her death, it never felt right. but for sascha, it's different. not just because it's different for anyone who isn't winn - if it were anyone else, he'd try to take them aside, make them talk to him instead because this shouldn't be on kitty, she's the one who suffered it. but sascha...he's like a child, in some ways. and he's so dependent on physical reassurances. he can't bring himself to do it. ]

I'll have it ready.

[ this feels like a smiley-face pancake sort of day. but he really isn't that good in the space kitchen. so smiley face grilled cheese-like-substance it is! ]

[ It really is that sort of day, and Sascha will wish he could eat them. Even if it is grilled cheese-like-substance, it's the thought that counts. He would be touched to know Winn his best to cook them, and will be once they get there.

It takes him a while to settle even with Kitty's direct presence, which is understandable. Even with her right there, even with her heartbeat and her scent to take in and reassure him, Sascha spends a long time clinging to her and just breathing. He doesn't say much aside from the occasional mumbled apology, but eventually even those peter out. It's late for him, he's overwhelmed by what he's found out in the last twelve hours, and all he wants to do is sleep.

He resists the urge. ]

...Kitty?

Best boyfriend.

[She strokes his hair gently, hoping to reassure him.]

Yes, Sascha?

Can I stay here today?

[ Today as in, the actual daylight hours he would normally sink back to Bigby's for. ]

Yes. I'm not going to be able to stay in bed all day with you though. Do you want to come, um, watch Winn and I have breakfast first or do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?

--I wanna go. [ translation: he doesn't want kitty to leave, even if he's asleep. He can stave off sleep a little longer since it won't be direct sunlight, especially if it means staying close to her. ]

Okay. [She leans in, brushing back his hair and kissing his forehead softly.] Lead the way. [So she doesn't have to climb over him.]

[ ...Can he just keep her, forever? Sascha's not one to really want to make any further vampires, but if there was a way that it would both save Kitty from the end of her world and for her to keep her memories after becoming one? He'd seriously consider offering it to her. If he could.

The kiss has his chest tight all over again, and the urge to do....something in response makes him feel helpless because he doesn't know what that something actually is. But it has him practically melting into that sweet and tender action, desperate to soak up as much of it as he can. She's the only one who ever treats him like this, and when these rare moments occur he tries to burn every instant of them into his mind. He never wants to forget them. ]

...'kay. [ he doesn't want to move from her after all that, but he'll somehow find the strength to drag his arms under his body so he can push himself up, sitting and gingerly touching the tips of his fingers to the warm spot on his forehead. ]

[She pushes herself up too and does the scariest thing, she gets off the bed and walks a few steps away to grab a sweater just for some extra coverage. She'll skip trying to change into full pants because doing that in front of him or sending him out both seem wrong. She slips her shoes on and holds her hand out for him once she's ready.]

Come on.

[ His eyes do follow her in a small fit of paranoia when she does, it's true. but she's within reaching distance if he needs and he knows logically she's not just going to disappear or vanish. So he fidgets with his hands instead until she's done before nodding, moving over to her side quickly and hovering closer than he normally would. ]

Is Winn waiting for us...?

He is. [She won't say anything about the closeness.] You have your glasses?

Oh....yeah. [ he should put those on huh? They're on the bed where he dropped them so he actually has to go back a step or two to fetch them, but once they're settled on the bridge of his nose he'll move back. ]

I'm still not used to wearing them.

Make sure you do and that you do whatever Dr. Crusher suggests so you can go without headaches. [Reaching up to brush back his hair and then leading him out to the kitchen.]

[ It's brief, but Sascha still leans into it all the same as he closes his eyes. ]

...I already have one. Is that bad? [ It's uncharacteristically honest of him, but he's already so worn down by everything at this point that he can't muster the will to redirect away from it. ]

Hey, no, it's not bad. It's just not something I want for you. You don't either, right? So you need to take steps to remind yourself to try the things she recommends. Then you can see if it helps.

Mm... Okay. [ He doesn't forget in the evening because Bigby is always there to snap at him if he starts to leave without them, but anytime after that is open season as far as his short-term memory is concerned.

he resolves to make a stronger effort, to make Kitty happy. ]

I'll try taking the medicine again. It didn't make me sick.

Did it help at all? [If he went without pain he'd probably want to do that again, right? It would be enough to remember?]

Oh...um. I don't really know, it already hurt so I couldn't tell if it made it better.

[ In reality though, his body just recovers from anything the medicine would do for him and leaves him back at square one. ]

Oh. [That's disappointing but not his fault.] Well, give it a good, consistent try for a few days and if it doesn't make things better let Dr. Crusher know. [Rounding into the kitchen now.]

[ as soon as they come in, winn stands up to greet them. he kisses the top of kitty's head, and offers sascha's shoulder another friendly squeeze. ]

Hey - [ his voice is gentle, comforting. ] so, we got sorta-grilled cheese and wannabe-PB sandwich. I can try to make something else, but edibility would not be guaranteed.

[ he's not sure if he's taking the right approach here, but it's the one he's chosen so he's sticking to it! at least until he gets a response and figures out if and how to adjust. ]

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