Cuddle up

[hydrates]

there's only one bed!

Two characters have to share a room for the night. Every room is occupied, but fortunately there is one last room available.

There's just one problem — there's only one bed, and the characters aren't comfortable sharing it.

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[worthprotecting]

Sort of...supposed to be trying to leave that behind. [So much for that. There's still weird shit out there, and relaxing into a normal life has not been easy. And there are still times--rare, brief periods--where neither one of them can remember something but know a threat has been taken care of.

Marc looks at the hand on his arm. And back to the doctor. Wary. Scrutinizing.]

We're lucky he looked you up.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I've got a 'no questions asked' tagline and policy for a reason.

[ It's how he ends up with the stranger situations, the weirder cases and the odd run about whatever city they're in trying not to die. He's not used to it so much as resigned, professional as he can swing.

Whole world is fulla broken people that need helping. Not all of them can get it. Least he can do is offer what he's able. ]

Get some sleep. Figure we got a coupla hours before things get crazy again.

[worthprotecting]

Good. I don't like questions. And Steven, he's not great at questions and talks too much. And if you ever hurt him, I'll break every single one of your fingers and feed you to the wolves.

The invisible ones.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

...I'm a doctor, not a snitch. Or a- whatever you think I am. Spy? This is either a token warning or a shovel talk and I'm not rightly sure what I've done to make you think I deserve either.

[ Aside from insist they sleep in the same bed. Ignore that. ]

[worthprotecting]

[Let's just all collectively ignore this entire situation! Okay! Thanks!]

Look, just--fine. We'll rest. And figure out a plan of action later.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Right. So.

[ Leonard takes a slow breath, wills himself to relax into the mattress further, and offers his free arm. ]

Snuggle up, buttercup.

[worthprotecting]

[Damn does the doc look comfy. Which means: Marc doesn't trust a single thing about this. Which is...probably less than healthy, entirely. And knows it. It's probably apparent how much he's weighing every option in the uncomfortable tension in his body and the middle distance stare that might also feel like the dangerous vigilante is optically boring a hole in Leonard's chest.

So he does the only thing he realizes he can do to make this even marginally more comfortable.

Steven is meanwhile all too happy to take the offer. There's a nervous laugh that bubbles up as he does so.] Somehow life's gotten mad enough that I'm starting to get used to the supernatural bollocks and less being in someone's personal bubble.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

[ The moment Marc makes that call? Bones can tell. The little half hitch between one and the other, not always as overt as eyes rolling back but- a breath between? He can tell. That and Steven's body language is so much more loose and languid, nervous but-

Softer.

Leonard can deal with softer.

So he pulls Steven in carefully, uses his own knee between Steven's to offer the proper support for his lower back, and settles. ] Supernatural bullshit tends to be a solitary sorta experience.

[worthprotecting]

And you're sure you, um, don't mind this? No complaints here; you're...this is nice, this is cozy. Just a little cozier than I tend to get with most people. Usually should buy me a drink first. [That's a lie but, you know, it's the cool thing to say that most people would say. In a movie or something.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I got a feeling y'all might be a little touch starved. [ A pretty solid notion, honestly, but getting Steven settled seems the easier course than helping Marc with his baggage. ] Get some sleep, Steven. We'll figure out the rest of this in the morning.

[worthprotecting]

...Maybe. Maybe so, yeah. Dunno, I've never really thought about it that way. [Don't start thinking about it, though. Go to sleep, Steven. And maybe normally that should be harder, strange place under strange circumstances with a sort-of stranger practically holding him.] Can't promise we'll both be sleeping, but...yeah. Morning.

[Frankly, he hopes Marc will also get some sleep, or at least not hijack the body in the middle of his sleeping. Unless something happens. Then he can hijack all he likes. Steven's eyes flutter shut, and honestly, given the excitement of the day, it doesn't take him long to drop right off.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Try as best you can. [ Len has to bite back on calling Steven 'kid', because he isn't, despite everything. Careful as he possibly can he keeps Marc-and-Steven close, shuts his eyes, falls asleep.

Back to a wall? He's out for a fair few hours, drifting and dozing, burrowing in that much closer to the warm body tangled up in his. Like they're not the only ones that are a little touch starved.

Like they're not the only ones that might be a little lonely. ]