Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive.
Who: steel_goddess and youendthewar
When: Backdated a bit to the 2/18 attack on the Core, after Sirens, during the blackout.
Where: Startin' out at the Baseball Field
Summary: ...Spending Friday night with a friend? :|a Snake and Samus after the mess at the core falls apart.
Warnings: A bit of monster-related violence, maybe blood, ...likely some language.
( The path you walk on has no end. )
When: Backdated a bit to the 2/18 attack on the Core, after Sirens, during the blackout.
Where: Startin' out at the Baseball Field
Summary: ...Spending Friday night with a friend? :|a Snake and Samus after the mess at the core falls apart.
Warnings: A bit of monster-related violence, maybe blood, ...likely some language.
( The path you walk on has no end. )
"Best plan I've heard all night." He answered, and picked up one of the flickering candles so he could see as he proceeded to pull himself stubbornly to his feet. Priorities. If he could go through a military base and the entirety of FOXHOUND and a giant robot with a few bullets in him, he could last a little longer in his own home.
Of course he had booze. Not much, since he was the only one left in the house with a taste for it. And even now, he wouldn't let himself start drinking again the way he had after Zanzibar Land. But there was most of a bottle of whiskey, and some top-shelf Russian vodka that had probably belonged to Ocelot, before he died.
"Grab some glasses on your way in." He called to her, only a little wearily, over the sound of her washing her hands. "I'm not planning in getting up again if I can help it."
Even if he should probably go wash the rest of the blood off of him and find a change of clothes. The blackout and the darkness-tainted taps made it more trouble than it was worth. He'd manage. He headed out of the kitchen so he could collapse onto the well-worn couch in the next room in a manner that was entirely dignified. Mostly. The candle was set on the table in front of him to light the way.
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A quick search revealed the glasses, as well as both bottles, so she sauntered into the living room with all four. "I can't read the label, but I'm betting you don't keep your Kool-Aid in a bottle like this. Ah, whiskey." She nodded, once the light showed what she was holding.
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"...There's a few empty rooms, if you'd rather get some shut-eye." Several of them, in fact. Snake mostly had the house to himself, these days. "Morning won't be for another few hours."
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"I might take you up on that. It depends on if anybody's going to wander into my room at night." Those big blue eyes are looking at you from over the rim of her glass Snake, you could almost say she's watching for something.
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"Shouldn't be a problem. Power's out, but the Darkness proofing ought to hold, if you're worried." Dense? Just a little bit. Snake's not in any shape to be walking anywhere, anyway. He'd meant it when he said he wasn't going to be getting up for a while. But he wasn't completely oblivious. Just a little slow on the uptake.
He finally caught her gaze and reconsidered his answer a little, tipping his head toward the couch after a moment of inscrutable silence.
"...there's room here if you don't mind the company. They say two sets of eyes are better than one."
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Samus was used to sleeping alone, not just when it came to bed itself, but in her surroundings. There wasn't any need for anyone else on her Gunship, and she hadn't really been close to anyone since her days at the academy...but Snake, Snake she trusted.
Maybe...maybe it was all right to let her guard down, just for a little while.
"You got any blankets we can use? I get cold very easily."
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"Bedroom's across the hall." Blankets and such, if she wanted them. The bed was there if she wanted to take that, instead. Ambiguous enough an answer, and he didn't seem inclined to say much more right away.
It wasn't that he didn't trust her. He wouldn't have given her his name if he didn't. Hell, Samus was the only ally he had left in the city right now. But it was a fact of his life that nearly every one of the real personal relationships he managed to develop had crashed and burned violently. Before he was even thirty, he'd learned to shut himself off from it to minimize the damage. So the closer Snake actually got to someone, the more he had to fight the instinct to push them away again. Consciously or not. It had taken Meryl's persistence and everything they had been through at Shadow Moses to start to break him of that habit. It still wasn't easy.
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Padding across the hall she found the aforementioned blankets and a pair of pillows...no sense in being uncomfortable. As she tread back into the living room, she paused to blow out the candle...for his benefit or hers, she wasn't sure.
Seating herself on the edge of the couch, Samus turned her head to ask in a voice that was trying it's hardest not to sound nervous; "Inside or outside?"
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"...huh?"
She lost him, though.
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A long moment of bemused silence, then a short, dry laugh. He answered by reaching over and tugging her wrist toward him enough to pull her properly onto the couch from where she's hovering on the edge. With his feet propped rudely up on the table, he wasn't taking up too much room. Plenty of couch left for her either way.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine here."
Only a few hours before daylight, and he could sleep in a foxhole or a locker or under a cardboard box if he needed to. In another few years, his back would probably give him hell for it. But for now, this was more than good enough. Good enough that he'd be able to be up and on his feet if something broke in unexpectedly. Good enough to keep the gunshot elevated and out of the way, too.
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