[ he asks, and it's a fair question. what if? but rather than be worrisome or a new consideration, it only makes her laugh, a soft chuckle in her throat as she wrinkles her nose up at him. ]
I'd be happy that any potential home burglars would be getting way more than they bargained for, obviously. [ but they are serious, and she does appreciate his agreement to it. it pulls a warmth in her chest, heart swelling with words they haven't yet said out loud. ]
It wouldn't be strange. I mean, if you start using my apartment as an AirBNB to raise funds for the Underground, I'd be pretty pissed — but if you and John need a place to lay low for a week, I'd sleep better knowing you were okay.
[ he was as hard headed as you were, daisy. did you really expect anything less? ]
It's kind of nice to have a place no one really knows about. [ that doesn't mean they don't know about her because they do. she's been to their apartments, she's sat in on a few of their meetings and she'd been around a lot in the immediate aftermath of lorna's defection.
but he's never told anyone, not even john, where he goes when he goes to see her. ]
John and Clarice try and guess where you live every time I come over. [ not today though considering the circumstances of his arrival. ]
[ 'that hotel'. the swanky one facing out towards the capital lawn, the one with the bougie penthouse room she'd hacked into for a rush one sunday morning when their schedules had miraculously aligned. they'd had exactly four hours in that room — a full sixty minutes of which was spent in a stupidly large shower. ]
Though I'm surprised John hasn't tried to track you here yet. [ because he's nosy. because sometimes marcos can't quite bring himself to say goodbye, even when he needs to, and he stays too long. his phone buzzes and buzzes then. ] You do keep breaking curfew.
[ not that john proudstar really listens especially if he thinks someone might be in trouble. so far, he hasn't gone any further than blowing up his phone and threatening to come find him if he was late one more time. ]
They know enough for now.
[ they knew he was happy and that hadn't been easy to achieve in the aftermath of what happened with lorna. they knew some barebones information of who she worked for but nothing detailed. they knew marcos often retreated there a few times a week if she was in town and stayed for awhile. ]
John's just...protective. [ after lorna and everything. ]
[ a joke, but. also truth. she was protective of him — not that he needed her to fight his battles, but that she wanted to be there right along with him. that when he needed her to be there, whether here to hold him and remind him that everything would be okay or on the front lines with her hands held out like weapons, she wanted to be there. ]
I'll get my spare for you before you go, okay? [ don't leave now, obviously. but... at some point. when they leave the bed, she'll get it, and make sure he takes it with him. ] And then maybe someday you can surprise me somewhere more fun than my doorstep.
[ hopefully the next time he showed up, he wouldn't be crying on her couch instead. he'd be cool with not crying at all, in fact. but all things considered, the only other thing someone could take away from him that was on the level of dawn was her and if that happened — well, he'd be pissed and angry and raging but it would probably be a drop in the hat in comparison to what she'd do. ]
I love you. [ he hasn't said it enough tonight. he ducks his head and presses his lips to the top of her head, sinking into the comfort she was providing. ] If there's anything you need, just ask.
[ it feels nice to say it. and to hear it, for that matter. maybe it's the sunlight that flows through his veins, maybe it's just the warm and cozy conversation — but whatever the reason, it's nice to press her face into the fabric of his shirt, feel the warmth of him all over everywhere they touch. like an electric blanket that could cuddle you back. ]
This is pretty good, honestly. [ she might not have had the worst day ever, but daisy's pretty sure laying here like this would fix it if she had. ] Unless you have something else in mind?
[ only the slightest of eyebrow waggling, and it's all buried against his shirt, anyway. ]
[ even if he can't see the waggling of her eyebrows or any snicker or smirk that might be on her face, he knows it's there and it actually makes him chuckle quietly. ]
There's food on the way. I don't know if there's time for what I know you're thinking about.
[ and what he was thinking about now, thanks daisy. ]
I wouldn't want to ruin dinner twice in one night.
They could just leave it on the doorstep. I'm sure the tacos will be fine.
[ but she's not insisting, not moving to make any demands or push him towards anything in particular. just stating a fact, light and easy, as his arms wrap loosely around her shoulders. ]
You didn't ruin anything. You saved me from dollar menu heartburn, I should be thanking you.
[ okay, maybe now that grin is a little more obvious. ]
[ he reaches out and traces her smile with one finger, one side to another and taps her cheek. even when he maybe wasn't in the mood to smile, he liked seeing hers, at least. ]
I like it.
[ he lets his hand drop away and manages to return her smile with one of his own. ]
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I'd be happy that any potential home burglars would be getting way more than they bargained for, obviously. [ but they are serious, and she does appreciate his agreement to it. it pulls a warmth in her chest, heart swelling with words they haven't yet said out loud. ]
It wouldn't be strange. I mean, if you start using my apartment as an AirBNB to raise funds for the Underground, I'd be pretty pissed — but if you and John need a place to lay low for a week, I'd sleep better knowing you were okay.
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[ he was as hard headed as you were, daisy. did you really expect anything less? ]
It's kind of nice to have a place no one really knows about. [ that doesn't mean they don't know about her because they do. she's been to their apartments, she's sat in on a few of their meetings and she'd been around a lot in the immediate aftermath of lorna's defection.
but he's never told anyone, not even john, where he goes when he goes to see her. ]
John and Clarice try and guess where you live every time I come over. [ not today though considering the circumstances of his arrival. ]
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[ 'that hotel'. the swanky one facing out towards the capital lawn, the one with the bougie penthouse room she'd hacked into for a rush one sunday morning when their schedules had miraculously aligned. they'd had exactly four hours in that room — a full sixty minutes of which was spent in a stupidly large shower. ]
Though I'm surprised John hasn't tried to track you here yet. [ because he's nosy. because sometimes marcos can't quite bring himself to say goodbye, even when he needs to, and he stays too long. his phone buzzes and buzzes then. ] You do keep breaking curfew.
[ jokes. she can make them. ]
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[ not that john proudstar really listens especially if he thinks someone might be in trouble. so far, he hasn't gone any further than blowing up his phone and threatening to come find him if he was late one more time. ]
They know enough for now.
[ they knew he was happy and that hadn't been easy to achieve in the aftermath of what happened with lorna. they knew some barebones information of who she worked for but nothing detailed. they knew marcos often retreated there a few times a week if she was in town and stayed for awhile. ]
John's just...protective. [ after lorna and everything. ]
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[ a joke, but. also truth. she was protective of him — not that he needed her to fight his battles, but that she wanted to be there right along with him. that when he needed her to be there, whether here to hold him and remind him that everything would be okay or on the front lines with her hands held out like weapons, she wanted to be there. ]
I'll get my spare for you before you go, okay? [ don't leave now, obviously. but... at some point. when they leave the bed, she'll get it, and make sure he takes it with him. ] And then maybe someday you can surprise me somewhere more fun than my doorstep.
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[ hopefully the next time he showed up, he wouldn't be crying on her couch instead. he'd be cool with not crying at all, in fact. but all things considered, the only other thing someone could take away from him that was on the level of dawn was her and if that happened — well, he'd be pissed and angry and raging but it would probably be a drop in the hat in comparison to what she'd do. ]
I love you. [ he hasn't said it enough tonight. he ducks his head and presses his lips to the top of her head, sinking into the comfort she was providing. ] If there's anything you need, just ask.
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[ it feels nice to say it. and to hear it, for that matter. maybe it's the sunlight that flows through his veins, maybe it's just the warm and cozy conversation — but whatever the reason, it's nice to press her face into the fabric of his shirt, feel the warmth of him all over everywhere they touch. like an electric blanket that could cuddle you back. ]
This is pretty good, honestly. [ she might not have had the worst day ever, but daisy's pretty sure laying here like this would fix it if she had. ] Unless you have something else in mind?
[ only the slightest of eyebrow waggling, and it's all buried against his shirt, anyway. ]
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There's food on the way. I don't know if there's time for what I know you're thinking about.
[ and what he was thinking about now, thanks daisy. ]
I wouldn't want to ruin dinner twice in one night.
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[ but she's not insisting, not moving to make any demands or push him towards anything in particular. just stating a fact, light and easy, as his arms wrap loosely around her shoulders. ]
You didn't ruin anything. You saved me from dollar menu heartburn, I should be thanking you.
[ okay, maybe now that grin is a little more obvious. ]
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[ he reaches out and traces her smile with one finger, one side to another and taps her cheek. even when he maybe wasn't in the mood to smile, he liked seeing hers, at least. ]
I like it.
[ he lets his hand drop away and manages to return her smile with one of his own. ]