[#000] Appointments

[asthehawkflies]

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Action, May 19th

[windandrain]

"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?"

Action, May 19th

[asthehawkflies]

"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.

Action, May 19th

[windandrain]

"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.

Action, May 19th

[asthehawkflies]

"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."

Action, May 19th

[windandrain]

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."