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[majorinyri]

Inyri's not in a good mood today, not really. When you expect someone to be there because you're essentially living with them, and they don't come back, it tends to make one a little tetchy.

She's slumped in the one armchair in their room, idly watching the holo. And she looks like she hasn't left the room yet today.

(It's 'cause she hasn't.)

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[i_love_kettch]

Wes cleaned himself up last night and slept for about ten hours, not drinking any of the Whyren's he'd gotten after all. He still hurt when he woke up this morning, though, and had to force himself out of bed for a late breakfast before spending most of the day poking at his datapad and trying not to think.

But he needs to talk to Inyri.

He hesitates outside her door, then knocks as he opens it and looks in (with a black eye and a bacta patch on one of his wrists, though he's wearing his jacket).

"Um. Hey."

[majorinyri]

She wants to be angry, because he's just now showing up? But he's got a black eye and who knows what other parts of him are bruised, and what did he do yesterday?

"What the hell happened!?" She asks, as she sits up better.

[i_love_kettch]

He winces slightly at the question (a lot happened), but closes the door behind him and leans on it a little.

"I might've gotten into a fight."

[majorinyri]

"No, really?" Inyri says sarcastically, and there's a bit of that anger creeping in.

[i_love_kettch]

He manages a rueful smile and shrugs (wincing).

"Sorry. I do that sometimes. Just ... not usually here."

[majorinyri]

She settles back into the armchair, opting to not stand up. "Who with?"

[i_love_kettch]

"Um."

He runs a hand through his hair and pushes off from the door, stepping forward a little.

"Shalla."

[majorinyri]

Inyri sighs, shutting her eyes. "I should have just guessed that. You two have fun? Beating each other up?"

[i_love_kettch]

"Well, my body would disagree..."

He shakes his head and takes another few steps forward.

"Actually, I have to talk to you about that. This. The fight, I mean."

[majorinyri]

She runs her fingers through her hair before pulling an elastic off her wrist and pulling it up. She shifts uncomfortably, just something about the way he said that making her feel like she should be wary.

"What do you mean?"

[i_love_kettch]

He studies her for a moment (and surreptitiously checks if there's anything nearby that could be used as a weapon).

"Well, I mean -- she beat the crap outta me, yeah. But I got her pretty good too, before she pinned me to the ground. But then ... she kissed me."

He's taking some artistic license with the precise order of events in this story. He'll try to stay true to the spirit.

[majorinyri]

She stays ver still. And stiff. And she just sort of...stares at him, with a slightly dull expression.

"And what did you do then?" She asks, and her voice lacks a lot of inflection.

[i_love_kettch]

"I--"

He's too ashamed to look her in the eye, and finds himself studying the bed instead.

"I kissed her back."

[majorinyri]

Her jaw tightens and she grits her teeth. She's known they've kissed before but this is now and now means so much more than then does.

She doesn't speak. Just stares at him, her jaw tight and her expression carefully blank.

[i_love_kettch]

He hates hurting her; he feels like the worst guy in the universe for it every time.

(There are too many times.)

"It didn't mean anything," he says quietly, "and I stopped it before-- before anything happened. I love you."

[majorinyri]

She stands, and on the outside she looks calm. She presses her lips together for a moment, before starting to walk to the fresher, taking a route that takes her around Wes so she doesn't have to look at him.

She can feel her cheeks burning, turning red, in hurt and anger.