Audience: Yuri Leclerc

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Comments

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[she rests her head against his shoulder.]

Everything is up. You'd have to be more specific.

[aubins]

[ he shifts so he can wrap an arm around her shoulder. ]

I don't know where to start. You've been edgy since yesterday evening, like you were waiting for something to happen.

[probe]

Well. You know what happens. [she pulls her knees to her chest.] Hard to uh, not be on edge.

[aubins]

More than usual, Lup.

[ he'll lean his head against hers. ] It's tough not to be on edge, though.

[probe]

[she shifts, and there's a little flicker of pain, something biting and quick, before it eases to nothing.

she doesn't have a lot of energy, so she just makes a noise, curling. she's less warm than normal.]

[aubins]

[ oh. shit. there's a big spike of worry and he'll move so he can look at her. ]

Lup?

[probe]

It's okay. I'm fine. Just tired. [she mutters, trying to sit up straight.] Neck hurts. You know how it is.

[aubins]

[ he shifts so she can lean against him more comfortably. ]

Yeah. I do. [ he bumps his forehead against the side of her head. ]

No time to hop in one of the pods?

[probe]

[she closes her eyes.]

It wouldn't do anything.

[aubins]

... what about some regular painkillers and bandages, or is that a no too?

[ .... hm. he doesn’t like the idea of medical supplies NOT working on her, at all. ]

[probe]

Regular painkillers do fine. It's not a big deal, Yuri, I've been dealing with it since the start.

[aubins]

And now I know, and I'm not a fan of seeing you struggling with it.

[ it's a difference! but he doesn't move, just lets her stay where she is and hopefully not hurt as much by not moving around. ]

[probe]

[a wave of exhaustion.]

Don't worry about me so much. [a little ping of self-loathing? that's weird.]

[aubins]

Don't tell me what to do, Lup.

[ it's soft and not accusatory. ] We don't have to go anywhere. Have a nap if you want, coffee can be heated up again.

[probe]

[a long pause, and then she just wraps her arms around him and hugs him very tightly.]

[aubins]

[ he shifts so he can tuck her against him, avoiding putting pressure on the back of her neck and hugs her back. ]

[probe]

You've been good to me. [she says, muffled.] Thank you. I don't say it enough.

[aubins]

Ha, I'm just a shady guy who plays favourites.

But you're welcome.

[probe]

[there's a curl of affection, and weariness. she actually shifts one more time so she can kiss him? that's necessary.]

Me too. [she's just a shady lady who plays favorites, she guesses.]

[aubins]

[ that's very necessary. he will reciprocate. ]

And there's the answer if anyone asks why we get along like we do. [ they're shady, they play favourites. ]

[probe]

[sniff. she rests her head on his shoulder.]

I'm going to hold you to heating the coffee up later.

[aubins]

[ pat pat ]

That I can promise.