R36

[with_my_teacup]

[Shortly after this thread, Riddick walks out of his breakfast shift and back to his room. He will not be answering network communication. His door is locked but his friends' access is still active.]

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[with_my_teacup]

That's my baby. You always do.

[He grips back, his thumb going to her pulse point. The rhythmic thump is reassuring-- he picked up the habit of checking after Arthas got his heart back.]

Is it New Years yet?

[fridgetothefire]

[Her smile widens at the endearment, reflexive as a flower turning toward the sun.]

Tonight's the night.

[with_my_teacup]

[He hisses through his teeth, winces, almost sits fully up, thinks better of it when his head swims a little.] I shoulda done something-- shit, I'm tired.

[fridgetothefire]

I don't even know what people do on New Year's.

[So: between that and being outside-of-time, she's not it's a huge deal. She scoots closer, leans against him.]

It's alright if you don't.

[with_my_teacup]

Get drunk, if I remember my youth right, Depending on what calendar they followed.

[He would have cooked something. Later. He'll cook later. He makes a playful little growl and loops an arm around her.]

Gotcha. What are you gonna do now?

[fridgetothefire]

[She giggle-shrieks, squirms without actually attempting to get away at all, mostly just burrowing closer against him, eventually settling in to cuddle.]

Guess I have to stay.

[with_my_teacup]

[He tucks his chin over her head, flopping the blanket over her a little. Only a little tickling, the irritating rasp of his stubbly chin, before he settles down.]

Love you, kid.

[Verbal fencing takes a lot of effort and he's only got so much of that right now. But he does. He's not sure if he'd mentioned in so many words-- probably, maybe.]

[fridgetothefire]

Love you too.

[She sighs, a soft, warm animal sound of simple contentment, comfort, trust. She's confirmed what she came here only hoping for, assuaged the worst of her worries. He's worn out, but he isn't out of sight, out of reach, resistant and irrevocable the way Magda had been. She thinks they'll be okay. And he's got her, after all.]