asthehawkflies | [#000] Appointments

"Good to hear. Sometimes I worry I'm slipping," Clint replied with a tired hint of a smile, pressing his face against her neck for a moment, breathing her in like he'd be able to remember what this felt like. "It's been good." He gave a soft laugh because hey, master of understatement there, right? "I'm glad we had this... have this... whatever. It's been... something I needed I think." Something... well, hardly normal, but something removed from his normal life for a while, even if it hurt now.

He followed her gaze, glancing over at the food and raising an eyebrow. "I am glad to know that I won't starve," he said, smiling warmly. "Thankyou. I appreciate it. And you know, if there's ever anything I can do... I'm not going anywhere."

"I know you're not, dearest. You're my Champion. You're my friend. You're someone I love. If you try and run and hide from me, I'll have to track you down and make you stay." She reached up and gently tweaked his nose before leaning back down and breathing in deeply. "My nose is sharp, and my reach is long. And I can't bear to face a future where you and I are not close."

"Oh well, we can't have that," Clint replied with a faint grin, fingers stroking idly through his hair before he leaned gently against her side. "No, I'm not running. Not from you. Not like there's very far I can get 'round here even if I want to," he added with a rueful smile. The compound wasn't small but he preferred a few international borders between himself and trouble he was running from.

She leaned back against him with a tired smile of her own. "Clint, you really are an amazing friend." Accepting her, and this with the grace you have, she really doesn't have words. Sharing so much together, and dealing with so much, the goddess just...she appreciates it. "My best friend." Her arm snakes around and embraces him as some of the food dances out of it's basket and trays begin to float through the air towards them.

"I really, really am such a lucky girl."

"I try. Don't have enough people I can afford to not do my best." Even if he had more people here than he'd ever had at home. Definitely more people he can trust at his back and maybe that's reassuring. Even here, with all the Malnosso can do to them, he's got people he can trust.

He can't help but laugh as the food starts to move with her magic. "I still say that is ridiculously convenient, sweetheart. And I'm lucky to have you. Not just for the moving food," he adds teasingly.

"I don't believe that for a second," she replies with a little giggle. "You've got plenty of friends here. And me. I think we're just lucky to have what we have." Even if it isn't what they had.

Trays filled with all sorts of food float over to them, waiting for hands to eat. Favorite foods, of course. She had thought he'd have been angrier about Morrigan. And Yuuna. And the whole thing in general. But it seemed well enough, so the food was just food, not a way to dull the anger. She sits up, but still leans against him.

"Drinks? Or no?"

"Here, maybe," Clint agreed, because he did seem to have acquired people. "Not so much back home. Takes a bit of getting used to. It's nice though. All of it. And I do enjoy the company," he agreed, smiling warmly at her.

He's still confused, uncertain, but he can't bring himself to taint this with sourness or anger. He really needs time to figure out what he's feeling right now. "You have any juice? I'm pretty sure alcohol would be a bad idea right now." He never thought clearly when he was drinking.

"Well, for the moment, you're here. And I thought you were the live in the moment sort, dearest." It's one of the things she envies in him, really, not having to deal with the burdens of time.

She nods and reaches into the basket, taking out two large boxes of plum juice. She's not sure if he likes that or not, but it doesn't really matter. "You realize, dear, that I'm not an alcoholic. I don't drink all the time, and neither should you. And certainly not over this."

Handing it over, she leans back into him, squeezing his shoulder with her free hand. "I'm so, so sorry it's so sudden. I know it's confusing. I'm...confused myself. I don't know how to feel, or what to do...or anything. I'll still be here for you. I still love you. And I'll still cook for you..."

Hopefully, he's somewhat reassured. That's all she wants, for him to find some sort of peace in this.

"I try to live in the moment and more often end up mired in the past," Clint replied with a soft, amused noise. It had shaped him after all, and there are some things that he just can't escape from.

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I know. I don't drink that much when I can help it. Bad memories." And there were some paths that he just didn't want to follow, no matter what happened.

He slides an arm around him, pulling her against his side, oddly intimate but not anymore and that is weird. "Oh well, if you're cooking... I'm still here too. And you know you're welcome here. That won't change."

Saori nods, sticking her straw into the box and sipping as she leans against him. It doesn't feel quite the same, no, but it's still nice. It's intimate enough for her, but then she's someone who's existence has been so divorced from so much that it's like she lived in an ivory tower.

"I'm glad to know that. And the same is open to you, dear. My home is always, always open to you. We've plenty of rooms to spare now, after the transformation shift, and I'll keep one made up for you. And food in the kitchen, because frankly I'm worried you'd starve or get fat if I didn't."

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