[Silly question. But it's so simple, so easy, that it helps to put her at ease. She leans towards him, tucks her head in against his shoulder and loops her arms around his waist. Whatever night they set this up is that night; it's in the future, it's not now. Now is him, close as warm, asking her stupid fucking questions.]
I dunno, you gave me that phaser. Might put it on stun.
[The only reason he can think of that would get him to leave is if she decided to force him out. And it's not like she'd be able to shove him out of her room, whether with one leg or two legs. Everything else they might come up against, he's reasonably confident that he could tough out. So, gun.]
Damn it.
[Muttered into her hair as he curls around her in return.]
It was a joke, oh my God. I wanna at least try to avoid either.
[It's quiet, said on a laugh. Maybe it won't be so bad. This is nice, anyway, and his confidence in his ability to deal with any potential meltdowns is comforting. It'd be easier if she could explain it to him, maybe, but the thought of trying to put it into words sticks her throat closed, makes her wonder if this is such a good idea after all. She's determined not to back out, so that can lay where it is.]
But I'm definitely not gonna tase you. What if you pee on my floor? I don't wanna clean it up, and making you do it would just be mean.
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[There could be a lot of words here, or there could be
THIS ACTUAL FACE.
this actual face though, he wasn't expecting agreement.]
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No shit. It's not like I don't like having you around. And... I don't know, maybe if I'm really lucky it'll help.
[And if it doesn't - if she breaks down, can't cope, sobs all night or screams herself awake - well, then he'll get it.]
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[That's. Supposed to be reassuring!! He thinks. It comes along with a reassuring hand squeeze at least, and an entire tide of determination.]
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Don't make any promises.
[Seriously. The problem here is that she's not thinking I won't leave as in that night. She's got something more long-term in mind.]
I mean. If you change your mind, it's okay. I get it.
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[Noted: no promises. If only because she doesn't seem to want them. But still - ]
Not gonna shoot me, right.
[An actual, serious question, and also the only thing he seems to be overly concerned about.]
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[Silly question. But it's so simple, so easy, that it helps to put her at ease. She leans towards him, tucks her head in against his shoulder and loops her arms around his waist. Whatever night they set this up is that night; it's in the future, it's not now. Now is him, close as warm, asking her stupid fucking questions.]
I dunno, you gave me that phaser. Might put it on stun.
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Damn it.
[Muttered into her hair as he curls around her in return.]
Rather y'tased me.
[Just. Saying.]
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[It's quiet, said on a laugh. Maybe it won't be so bad. This is nice, anyway, and his confidence in his ability to deal with any potential meltdowns is comforting. It'd be easier if she could explain it to him, maybe, but the thought of trying to put it into words sticks her throat closed, makes her wonder if this is such a good idea after all. She's determined not to back out, so that can lay where it is.]
But I'm definitely not gonna tase you. What if you pee on my floor? I don't wanna clean it up, and making you do it would just be mean.