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[a_sport]

Let's be honest, Calvin didn't even notice. He hadn't been sleeping too well, spent a lot of time tossing and turning in a bed that seemed too big now. Which didn't make too much sense because it had barely fit the two of them, and Meg had been the sort to sprawl out. But when he finally fell asleep it was deep and dreamless, and tonight was no

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[unextrordinary]

I like my space, I like touching the things in my bed, and well, I hate to admit it, but I miss him. I miss the lumpy warmth, and the fact that he's there and I have something to curl into.

The bed's softer though and well, it's a bit colder, and my feet are cold, freezing really and it's waking me up except for the fact that I don't want to get up. Then I hear a bark, and a heavy, panting thing has jumped on me and the springs are squeaking and I'm on my bed.

"Oh my God," I gasp as my eyes fly open, air pushed from lungs as Fort licks my face. I'm in my bed. Holy cow.

[a_sport]

Fortinbras came out of nowhere and practically trampled him in his excitement at getting on the bed. That's what really woke him up, and then there was-

He still didn't know where the hell he was at just yet, but he was in the world again and oh, God, it sounded something beautiful. Muted song and harmony and Jesus Christ but it was snowing outside and he could just tell.

"Hey," he said in a quiet, surprised voice. Because of course Meg was up on the bed, and it was too surprising to be awkward yet.

[unextrordinary]

It's like a tickle. Just a faint buzzing in the back of the ears, and it tickles, but I like it. It doesn't hurt, if anything it feels nice, it feels good. Really good.

I almost turn my head towards him and away from Fort and his licking nose and my scratching him before he says anything.

But it doesn't change the fact that he's in my freaking bedroom. Which is weird. "Hi. Um. What are, um, you're in my room? On..my floor. Aren't you cold?"

[a_sport]

He shrugged, rubbing his hands over his bare arms as they shuddered up with goose flesh. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. It's wicked cold."

Then Calvin scratched a hand through his hair, tilting his head up to look at her. That was when he properly noticed he was in her bedroom and stood up quick. "Look, um, sorry. No idea how I got here. I'll just...wait downstairs or go for a bit, or, yeah."

[unextrordinary]

"No!"

It comes out really fast and I'm sitting bolt upright, which I know looks freaky, but I'm panicky just a bit. He can't go downstairs, because I can't explain him or make him explain himself to Mother and Father. That's just not fair.

Still, I blush and tuck strand of loose, not tangled into the back of my head hair behind my ear and move the quilt. "Um, I mean, you can't, Mother and Father, well, they won't, well, I don't remember how you got here, or why you're shirtless on the floor and um, well, um, quilt?"

[a_sport]

"At least it wasn't shirtless in the bed," he joked, forgetting for a moment just what it was their last conversation was about. The one with the declarations of love and the crying and fleeing and all.

Then he remembered.

He just stood there in the middle of the room, no idea what to do with himself in her room. Especially when last he heard she hadn't wanted to see him again. "I could probably sneak out," he offered, willing to ignore the fact that he didn't even have shoes. "And...go home, or whatever."

[unextrordinary]

"Your feet'll fall off," I point out, because they will. Or at the very least get horribly cold and frostbitten and then he'll have to go to the ER, which he can't afford, I'll be horrified, and guilty and it's all my fault and he doesn't have to.

"Won't you just get into bed with me and Fort? I don't bite anymore and he never did."

[a_sport]

There was a moment's hesitation, but then he nodded and carefully climbed into the bed without jostling her or Fort too much.

It was a lot warmer under the covers and he managed to burrow underneath them pretty well considering how tall he was. His bare shoulder brushed against hers, and he smiled at her for a moment before turning to pet the dog.

"Hey Fort. Lookin' good. You keeping everything under control 'round here?"

[unextrordinary]

As Fort barks, I touch my nose to his upper arm and laugh quietly, because I remember that people can hear us, sleeping down below.

"He's good at doing things like that," I comment for him. "My nose is cold, see? It always happens when it snows."

The buzzing is there and it's great, like an extrablanket or something. It's nice just to be back.

[a_sport]

Calvin grinned and approvingly scratched the dog's ears. "Glad to hear it."

A flare of warmth went through him at the touch to his arm, even if her nose was cold and, yeah, kind of a weird move all around.

But he laughed and put his arm around her without thinking about it. Because he was feeling it instead, the noise in the back of his head, the part of the song that was Meg and therefore lovely.

"We could get you some sort of nosemuff to prevent that from happening. Tie a sock around your face, maybe," he said teasingly.

[quench_love]

Honestly, in any other situation Sandy wouldn't have barged in uninvited because you never knew what a girl could be getting up to behind a closed door. Not even your big sister.

But these were desperate, and rather unorthodox times, and Yalith was still a very real presence beside him -- and with cold feet to boot.

So, without further ado, Sandy shouldered the door open with an explanatory, "I heard barking and -- oh good, you are home! Um, both of you..."

[drown_love]

Dennys made a slight face of worry as Sandy barged in through the door. What if Meg didn't remember anything? What if Meg weren't there? What if she were naked?

... Thankfully it was neither of the latter two, but Dennys still blinked blankly at the two of them as he stepped through the doorway and into Meg's room.

"Uh... hi guys," he said, feeling awkward. "And... Fort."

[shewhowasnot]

Yalith blinked a few times, recognizing Meg and Calvin, but not the mammoth-sized beast (she'd been told of dogs but not exactly) with them. She pulled the sweater around her, a little tighter. "Hello," she greeted. This seemed to make even less sense, now. The whole thing, and snow, and she wasn't certain this was quite right.

[unextrordinary]

So the twins were here, which wasn't something that was I doubting, what with my being here, however I was not expecting one of those several things. Namely them to come barging into my room, and also, for them to bring well..for them to bring their shared midget with them.

That was weird. What the hell? "What the hell?" I sat straight up and stared at them, mouth open in horror, before gesturing to the door. "I told you to knock. And what the hell? What's going on? Freaks."

[a_sport]

Calvin blinked as the room was suddenly filled with people, while Fort leapt off the bed to greet the newcomers. It was only a moment later that he realized that, yeah, okay, in Meg's bed. No wonder they looked awkward.

Hastily, he scooted back a little bit and leaned against the bedframe. "Hey folks. I think...well, first of all, I need to borrow a shirt. And some socks. And also...I would like to see Charles Wallace. And breakfast, if you'll have me. Then we'll make sense of things."

[quench_love]

Now that he was sure everyone was all right there wasn't much else for Sandy to do but grow indignant. "Hey!" he shot back, giving Meg a look that said she was the last person who should be calling anyone a freak, "Language, Meg. We heard Fort but yeah, looks like you're a-okay," he gave a pointed look to Calvin.

No more of that fighting stuff? Good. "Shirt, socks, breakfast. That we can do," said simply before crouching down to give Fort a good rub behind the ears.