All this pressure. Let's hope I don't get performance anxiety.
[ he returns that nudge with one of his own, intentionally a little firmer because he can. ]
You don't think you'd get tired of pizza? I think I might if I had to eat it all the time. You'd have to ask me for some different kind of weird currency.
I don't know why but I think you're lying about that. [ she twists and he reaches out to try and just give her a playful shove with a hand before pulling back and laughing himself. ]
No reason it can't be a regular thing. I don't have that much of a social life. [ he has people he likes to see but he's definitely not the type to stay out all night, drink and come back hungover and stinking of a night on the town.
he was too old for that at this point in time. had the kid to prove it. ]
No idea what gave you that impression. [ he shoves and bobbi laughs, shoving back except that her hand lingers in an attempt, childish perhaps, to tickle him in revenge. ]
You know what, I'm not against that.
[ regular movie nights, just relaxing in the company of a friend. it sounds good. ]
I'm very observant. [ and also trying to worm away from any attempts at being tickled because that way just leads to him laughing for no good reason but someone finds the spots that do that to him. ]
So, you know, we can do that. Invite Peter if he wants to come, I don't care. Pizza for all or pizza for none or pizza for whoever the heck wants it.
[ he eventually returns to his spot, shoulder pressing against hers once more and arm tucked underneath his head. ]
I'll put it on a calendar somewhere.
[ since there were no actual calendars here. ]
And we can do that. Might be nice to have something normal like that to look forward to, you know. I'm getting used to just holding my breath and waiting for the next thing to happen.
[ she's still - well, not laughing, but definitely still amused. ]
We should get some sort of shared calendar app for the apartment. We can put movie nights in that.
[ maybe chores, too. let each other know when someone's coming over. that sort of thing. ]
Yeah, that's what I like about it. It's good to just relax sometimes. And if we can't do it here, where can we? [ it's their apartment. she told him who she really is for a reason. ]
[ he's still battling all that, fighting it back, avoiding water for the most part and just not talking about what that had done to him but he was feeling better, at least. he could go out in public and only look over his shoulder a few times during. it wasn't such a paralyzing thing anymore. ]
[ between their bodies, bobbi's hand finds his and squeezes briefly, not long enough for the empathy bond to kick in. she's glad he can relax here, that he feels safe enough - in this apartment that's his now as well, in her presence. ]
[ that seems like a suitable punishment - but she doesn't. this really isn't the sort of thing that requires any kind of punishment and if nothing else, she's glad that he's got reason to feel grateful because it means that he's got a place to let his guard down.
so instead of making any move to tickle him, she just settles back against his side. ]
[ but she doesn't. instead, she tucks herself back against his side and he, after waiting a moment to make sure she's comfortable, drapes an arm across the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. ]
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[ he returns that nudge with one of his own, intentionally a little firmer because he can. ]
You don't think you'd get tired of pizza? I think I might if I had to eat it all the time. You'd have to ask me for some different kind of weird currency.
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[ that's a bit of a lie, made obvious by the laughter in her tone and in her voice as she twists her upper body to evade some of his nudge. ]
Depends on how often we do this, I guess.
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No reason it can't be a regular thing. I don't have that much of a social life. [ he has people he likes to see but he's definitely not the type to stay out all night, drink and come back hungover and stinking of a night on the town.
he was too old for that at this point in time. had the kid to prove it. ]
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You know what, I'm not against that.
[ regular movie nights, just relaxing in the company of a friend. it sounds good. ]
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So, you know, we can do that. Invite Peter if he wants to come, I don't care. Pizza for all or pizza for none or pizza for whoever the heck wants it.
[ no pizza for ticklers. ]
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We should do that.
[ good thing she already ate her pizza then. ]
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I'll put it on a calendar somewhere.
[ since there were no actual calendars here. ]
And we can do that. Might be nice to have something normal like that to look forward to, you know. I'm getting used to just holding my breath and waiting for the next thing to happen.
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We should get some sort of shared calendar app for the apartment. We can put movie nights in that.
[ maybe chores, too. let each other know when someone's coming over. that sort of thing. ]
Yeah, that's what I like about it. It's good to just relax sometimes. And if we can't do it here, where can we? [ it's their apartment. she told him who she really is for a reason. ]
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[ he's still battling all that, fighting it back, avoiding water for the most part and just not talking about what that had done to him but he was feeling better, at least. he could go out in public and only look over his shoulder a few times during. it wasn't such a paralyzing thing anymore. ]
So, you know, I'm grateful.
[ for a lot of reasons. ]
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Hey, we've been over this.
[ no need to be grateful. ]
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[ because he was stubborn about things like this. especially about things like this where he feels indebted to someone despite what they might say. ]
I don't always listen well.
[ oops. ]
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[ the protest isn't entirely serious and her expression is only mock-severe. ]
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I'm still grateful. In fact, I might be even more grateful.
[ he looks over, tilts his head at her as if to say 'what are you gonna do about it?' ]
You gonna keep glaring at me? It's not very effective. [ because he knows she's not serious. ]
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[ that seems like a suitable punishment - but she doesn't. this really isn't the sort of thing that requires any kind of punishment and if nothing else, she's glad that he's got reason to feel grateful because it means that he's got a place to let his guard down.
so instead of making any move to tickle him, she just settles back against his side. ]
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[ but she doesn't. instead, she tucks herself back against his side and he, after waiting a moment to make sure she's comfortable, drapes an arm across the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. ]
When you least expect it.
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[ she's too good a spy, is the implication, to be surprised. but she doesn't tickle him and he drapes an arm across the back of the sofa and it's -
honestly, it's just nice. it's warm and comfortable.
(if she thinks back, briefly, to kissing him at the party, well. who can blame her?) ]
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[ especially since he knows who and what she can do now. she'll be prepared and he'll probably be caught off guard and it'll be fine.
right now, he's content to sink into quiet moments like this and block out the rest of this place.
this is nice. he likes it. ]