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[wethrinaer]

FROM: maias@cdc.org

in my rover. why?

[diamondhack]

FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org

I'm sick of dealing with people and you're one of the three people I can stand right now.

[wethrinaer]

FROM:maias@cdc.org

is that so. would you like to come over?

[diamondhack]

FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org

I thought you'd never ask. I'll be there soon.

[wethrinaer]

FROM: maias@cdc.org

i shall wait with baited breath

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[diamondhack]

[What's likely maybe 15 minutes later, he should be getting a knock at his rover's door.

Even behind the dark sunglasses and the immaculately made fishtail braid, there is a definite air of exhaustion coming off of her.]

[wethrinaer]

[There's a beat or two before he opens the door for her; and for someone who usually looks as put together as he can, he . . . hasn't exactly done much about it. Then again, he hasn't really left the rover either. He's a little paler than usual, but he's come to expect exhaustion from everyone else, really - he knew Orange team was working hard, and and who knows what else was going on.

He gives a little wave, and steps aside so she can come in]

[diamondhack]

[She presses her lips briefly against his cheek before she skirts around him as she steps inside. Now she's missing those obnoxious amounts of pillows they had and mildly regrets having left early and not having stolen one of those pillows.]

I could use a vacation, Maias. And another one from my rover.

[As much as she... somewhat liked her new rovermates she preferred it when she loitered the pilot's cabin with Peter.]

[wethrinaer]

[the kiss gets him to smile, at least. He pulls the door shut once she pushes past and gestures to his bunk, inviting her to sit if she wants. He heard her on the vacation part.

He clears his throat, wincing briefly before speaking. His voice is barely above a whisper]

You mean to say you aren't having fun?

[diamondhack]

[She tilts her head as she sits on the bunk, legs cross and leaning on her hands.] Are you alright?

[wethrinaer]

[he grins a little at her and waves a dismissive hand]

Fine. Too much talking the other day.

[and shouting, and all that]

[diamondhack]

[She lifts a brow.] Is that so? And sit down, you're making me anxious.

[wethrinaer]

[he raises both eyebrows, but nods and moves to sit next to her. He scoots back a little bit to sit crosslegged]

[diamondhack]

[She'll match up next to him just so she can use his shoulder as a head prop. This is her completely giving up on life.]

I truly think this place will be the end of my youth and good looks, Maias. Remember me as I was, not as I am.

[wethrinaer]

[he lets out a sound that could be a laugh, if it had any actual noise to it. Maias puts his arm around her waist]

I doubt that.

[diamondhack]

Easy for you to say, you didn't live in fear of a bomb exploding in your face. [She sighs shortly.] You seem to be taking all of this in stride.

[wethrinaer]

No, I live with a different sort of fear. [he'd rather a bomb blow up in his face] Should I be taking it another way?

[diamondhack]

You could be taking it another way. [She turns her head upward to kiss the curve of his jaw.] That is entirely different from how you should be taking it.

[wethrinaer]

[well then. She had a very good point, one that he was suddenly finding very hard to ignore]

How forward of you. [that wasn't a complaint]

[diamondhack]

[She grins.] I'm nothing if not an honest thief.

[wethrinaer]

That's a little bit more than honest, my dear. [he was used to forward women . . . from his time and world. This was distinctly different]

[diamondhack]

[Honestly, that was one of the few times she didn't mean it like that but she's not about to complain when he's alright with it.] Are you averse to it, Maias?

[wethrinaer]

[he leans in to kiss her, brief, before he draws back to look at her again] You would know if I were.

[diamondhack]

[Now she (finally) takes off her glasses because she wants to get a damn good look at him.] Now aren't you glad I'm honest?

[wethrinaer]

I prefer honesty, you should know that by now.

[sitting up is too much effort, though; he's still exhausted, and while Isha is a very, very pleasant surprise considering he'd been planning on sleeping more, being upright just wasn't in his plans.

So he compromises. The arm around her waist pulls her closer, and he shifts so they can flop back onto his bunk, at least as comfortable as they can be]