The narration will assume, for the moment, that this takes place after Des comes back from his night out with Martha, as he insisted on seeing Becky.
He hasn't seen her since she came back to the hotel, so when he enters the common room, he bounds over to her with all the excitable energy of a puppy... Or a slightly inebriated ex-immortal.
"Long time, no see, Becks," he beams, plopping down beside her without having been invited, because, well, since when does he need to be invited to do things?
He fixes his eyes on the top of her head, mostly out of politeness but also because his head's just a little swimmy and he can't be bothered to move it much. "If I said I wasn't, would you believe me?"
"Well, in that case, I'm kinda drunk, yes," he chuckles. He holds up a finger to indicate that he has a point to make. "But, in my defense, it was for great justice."
He gives her a lopsided smirk. "'s good to see you too. Cat-Boy been takin' care of you? I haven't seen you since you went to stay with 'em."
"It was," he protests, because that's the only way he can interpret that snort. "Martha ran into someone from her world that made her in desperate need of a drink, and I obliged her."
He nods, but there's a look in his eyes that suggests he doesn't believe a word of it. "Right. Well, as long as you're not on the street."
The fact that he sounds like an overprotective big brother is not missed by him.
But somehow it gets her actually thinking about her mom, and how much she misses her. There's a brief flicker of something in her expression, and then she's back to mocking.
Lovingly, but mocking. "I mean, I really don't think you can pull of a mumu and curlers."
He can. She really really doesn't like admitting it, because that's like admitting she needs someone, but...
She misses her family. Her old neighborhood. She used to know all her neighbors, it was... well, honestly, it was like something out of a story. Everyone in the building knew everyone else, and everyone in the buildings around it. It was a small town inside a city.
She misses it, often. Chicago just isn't the same.
But she impulsively leans over and throws her arms around Des' neck. Maybe it's just because he's drunk and she doesn't feel as awkward about being a little vulnerable when he might not remember this in the morning.
"Yes. You can, if you want to," she murmurs, maybe too softly to hear.
He's a little stunned by the gesture, but he shakes that feeling off quickly enough, because he doesn't mind it in the slightest. He slides one arm around her back and gives her a tight one-armed hug in a gesture that's more protective than he probably would have intended. His head's fuzzy and cognizant thought flickers in and out of focus, so he's really not sure what he's feeling right now.
"Good, because I was going to be anyway, but it's nice to have permission."
He hasn't seen her since she came back to the hotel, so when he enters the common room, he bounds over to her with all the excitable energy of a puppy... Or a slightly inebriated ex-immortal.
"Long time, no see, Becks," he beams, plopping down beside her without having been invited, because, well, since when does he need to be invited to do things?
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"You're drunk, aren't you?"
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He gives her a lopsided smirk. "'s good to see you too. Cat-Boy been takin' care of you? I haven't seen you since you went to stay with 'em."
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"Yeah. I mean, y'know, I was just crashing there. It wasn't like I needed taking care of or anything."
Really.
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He nods, but there's a look in his eyes that suggests he doesn't believe a word of it. "Right. Well, as long as you're not on the street."
The fact that he sounds like an overprotective big brother is not missed by him.
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But somehow it gets her actually thinking about her mom, and how much she misses her. There's a brief flicker of something in her expression, and then she's back to mocking.
Lovingly, but mocking. "I mean, I really don't think you can pull of a mumu and curlers."
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"What? I can't be the dorky older brother you never had?"
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She misses her family. Her old neighborhood. She used to know all her neighbors, it was... well, honestly, it was like something out of a story. Everyone in the building knew everyone else, and everyone in the buildings around it. It was a small town inside a city.
She misses it, often. Chicago just isn't the same.
But she impulsively leans over and throws her arms around Des' neck. Maybe it's just because he's drunk and she doesn't feel as awkward about being a little vulnerable when he might not remember this in the morning.
"Yes. You can, if you want to," she murmurs, maybe too softly to hear.
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"Good, because I was going to be anyway, but it's nice to have permission."
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Things can always change, though.
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