MHA #7 | Thursday Evening

[flourish_or_perish]

It had been a long, long, long few days of following space trails and watching new friends die and putting old boyfriends in carbonite. And regardless of one's position as the chaser versus chasee in this space chase, Faye kind of thought everyone had earned a little rest. And maybe some forgiveness.

Maybe especially her. Especially since she had caught a cold in all of this, so who was the real victim, here? (Did it matter that she wouldn't have caught a cold if she hadn't run off to a frozen crime moon? Psh, no.)

So, once everything was settled and the Razor Crest was landed and all bounties returned for their twenty dollar reward and such, Faye led the way back to her apartment. And Stark's, next door, but she was kind of hoping he'd just come in with her. Even she wasn't so dense (or in denial) to not realize she had a lot more explaining to do.

And what's more, she actually kind of felt like she owed it to him. She wanted to talk, even if it was hard.

So when they got to their doors, she lingered before actually making herself say the words. "You're coming in, right?"

[for the alien I just modded]

Comments

[stykera]

Whitney had a very punchable face. Maybe it was the eyebrows. And the other one just had a very punchable air about him. Good thing he was off in space in another version of the galaxy and unlikely to trouble Stark any further.

"You are here," he said, lifting his hand to brush his fingers over the spot on his cheek she'd just kissed. "And you're staying." It wasn't a question that time. Just a statement of fact.

"I was so worried."

[flourish_or_perish]

"I know you were," Faye said gently. "There really wasn't much reason to be. I mean, other than that I left in the first place. But it wasn't so bad, on Callisto. If you guys went by the Bebop, first, Jet probably made it sound really bad."

Oh, Jet, that worrywart.

[stykera]

"You leaving was enough," Stark protested. He'd panicked just from that! "I was...I was left behind before and it was happening again and that was more than enough. And then we found you handcuffed. After you got into a fight. I had plenty of reasons to worry. But it wasn't Jet. Jet was helpful. And Edward. I liked them. And the dog." Ein had been helpful too, if being adorable and pettable counted.

"But you're here. And you're fine." Was he reassuring himself of these facts by repeating them? Absolutely. Putting his hand out to brush back her hair and cup her cheek was also a reassurance.