Waking Up

[_fredless]

[At first there's just the rustle of bedding, following by a distinct thud as a journal is knocked off the nightstand and lands open-ended on the floor. Then there's a quiet hum -- that warm, wakeful sound that always seems to come out of a body after a good bit of sleep. It elongates as Fred does the same, stretching out and then curling to one

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Fred

[likethetragedy]

Good morning.

[likethetragedy]

[Oh right studying stars. That was not the right thing to say.]

Maybe someone recorded it.

[_fredless]

I'm doubting anybody thought to do that, especially since they're harder to predict here.

But I appreciate you saying so.

[There's a pause]

Tell me Wesley got at least some rest.

[likethetragedy]

I made sure he knew there were limits. [Aka she subtly threatened/guilted him to take care of himself.]

[_fredless]

[There's yet another bit of silence]

Hold on. I'm trying to picture that conversation...

[likethetragedy]

What exactly are you picturing? [She sounds amused.]

[_fredless]

A lot of stubborn silence on both sides.

[likethetragedy]

He was difficult.

[_fredless]

Was? That mean you made your point?

[likethetragedy]

I think so. I got him to chop vegetables.

[_fredless]

[She's actually picturing this now]

I keep promising to teach him how to cook, but it never seems to happen.

[likethetragedy]

He mentioned something bad happened with pasta. You might want to hurry along with it.

[She's teasing.]

[_fredless]

I don't know if one or two lessons is going to solve that, you know.

[likethetragedy]

Probably not. He's got to get it eventually, right?

[_fredless]

[There's an amused smile Elektra can't see]

What does your gut tell you?

[likethetragedy]

We should let him slice and dice vegetables for the rest of his adult life.