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[dumbassbastards]

Even if he hadn't enjoyed a bit too much of the island hospitality, and even if it wasn't the wee hours of the morning, there was no way Rollie was taking himself or his kid back home in that storm. So long after Karen had crashed in one of the beds in the children's office, Rollie snagged himself a spare blanket out of a cupboard and bunked down

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[goingtodorking]

It's a few minutes before Karen comes trailing down the corridor after Rollie, still in the checked pajamas borrowed from the box the night before. When she catches up to him, she slips her hand into his and sleepily leans her head against his forearm.

"You left me."

[dumbassbastards]

"You were sleeping," says Rollie, his voice rough, steering them into the kitchen. "You should still be sleeping. How did you even know I was there?"

[goingtodorking]

"I woke up in the middle of the night and I rubbed your head but you didn't wake up," says Karen, stifling a massive yawn.

"Why did you sleep on the floor? You should've lay on the bed with me."

[dumbassbastards]

"There's barely enough room in that bed for just you, the way you sprawl," says Rollie, yawning again and trying not to wince. "I didn't want to wake you up anyway."

[doesnt_speak]

The concept of New Year's Eve isn't foreign to Florence, but she isn't one for a party, no matter what the occasion, and so she's up at the Compound that morning as usual. The storm is probably the only thing that can cause her to put off her training for the day, so she's standing in the kitchen when Rollie stumbles in.

Eyebrow arched, she offers him a cup of coffee, imagining that he needs it more than she does.

[dumbassbastards]

"Oh god, I think I love you," he says, accepting the coffee without hesitation. He probably needs water more than coffee, medically speaking, but personally speaking there's nothing a person needs more than coffee when he's hung over. Except maybe bacon and eggs. "Didn't see you at the party."

[doesnt_speak]

Shaking her head, Florence turns away from Rollie to fill a glass of water, then sets that on the counter near him so that he knows it's meant for him as well. Gesturing toward the door of the Compound, she can't think of a way to mime what she means, so she scribbles it down on a scrap of paper from her pocket and pushes it toward Rollie. Watching the girls, it says, although she thinks he knows she wouldn't have come anyway.

[dumbassbastards]

"Ahh," he says and nods his head and takes the explanation at face value. "Well, it was a good time," he says. And Rollie's good enough at holding his liquor by now to remember the whole good time. "I left the kid sleeping downstairs."