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[CLOSED] tell me what can i say ( what can i say, what can i say )
WHO: Hikaru Shinta, Joshua LaRue + Rhiannon Board of Directors and Senior Partners
WHAT: Hello, Again.
WHERE: The Rhiannon Towers - Tokyo, Japan
WHEN: 2 January 2066
SAFE FOR WORK? Yup!
OTHER NOTES: ALL THE AWKWARD.
[ The Universe is mocking him.
That is Joshua LaRue's precise thought as he hurries past the reception area of the Rhiannon Towers in Tokyo to head straight for the elevator that will take him up to where the Board of Directors and Rhiannon's Senior Partners are meeting for the Annual post-New Year's meeting.
Everything had been planned down on his end right down to the tiniest detail: he'd touched down in Narita early the evening before, checked into his hotel ( because, no, not staying at Seigi where Hikaru might be ) and made damn sure to deal with the jetlag he was feeling and forcibly worked to align his body clock to the change in timezone.
This morning, he'd gotten up at the crack of daw, had breakfast up in his room, gone through all the necessary documents he had to review for the meeting, checked his own presentation and got ready to leave with more than enough time to spare.
Everything was perfect: he should have arrived at the Towers an hour early, which would let him get a feel of things and have time to figure out how to adjust accordingly to Hikaru's presence.
And then a freak road accident backed up traffic for about an hour and a half.
Now he's late, flustered, a little stressed and stopping only for a minute outside the boardroom to straighten his tie and run a hand through his hair before he quietly turns that knob to step inβ
βright as Hikaru's up front and talking.
Someone shoot him now.
He would really like to do this day over. Please? ]
Sorry.
[ He'll just... quietly wander to the nearest empty chair. Carry on. ]
WHAT: Hello, Again.
WHERE: The Rhiannon Towers - Tokyo, Japan
WHEN: 2 January 2066
SAFE FOR WORK? Yup!
OTHER NOTES: ALL THE AWKWARD.
[ The Universe is mocking him.
That is Joshua LaRue's precise thought as he hurries past the reception area of the Rhiannon Towers in Tokyo to head straight for the elevator that will take him up to where the Board of Directors and Rhiannon's Senior Partners are meeting for the Annual post-New Year's meeting.
Everything had been planned down on his end right down to the tiniest detail: he'd touched down in Narita early the evening before, checked into his hotel ( because, no, not staying at Seigi where Hikaru might be ) and made damn sure to deal with the jetlag he was feeling and forcibly worked to align his body clock to the change in timezone.
This morning, he'd gotten up at the crack of daw, had breakfast up in his room, gone through all the necessary documents he had to review for the meeting, checked his own presentation and got ready to leave with more than enough time to spare.
Everything was perfect: he should have arrived at the Towers an hour early, which would let him get a feel of things and have time to figure out how to adjust accordingly to Hikaru's presence.
And then a freak road accident backed up traffic for about an hour and a half.
Now he's late, flustered, a little stressed and stopping only for a minute outside the boardroom to straighten his tie and run a hand through his hair before he quietly turns that knob to step inβ
βright as Hikaru's up front and talking.
Someone shoot him now.
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He would really like to do this day over. Please? ]
Sorry.
[ He'll just... quietly wander to the nearest empty chair. Carry on. ]
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Have one violet eye cracking open the moment you come around, then two fixing on the shirt. Then a quirk of your boy's lips.]
That for me?
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I didn't have an extra pair of sweats though.
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[Humor's a good sign, right? So is the fact that he's kissing you again before pushing himself up and taking off his top.
What might not be such a good sign, though, is the fact that in that brief moment you have to see your boy without a shirt, you're also going to see that yes, he's thinned out far too much. And there are some recent scars, like he's been on the kinds of engagements that could leave lasting damage on a Keeper of his level.]
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The weight loss, he had expected. He could see the signs of it in the shadows of your cheeks, the way your features are sharper than he's used to. You tend to forget to take care of yourself when other things occupy you. Like the way you will do all the things capable of distracting yourself.
At the end of it then, maybe the scars shouldn't surprise him too much. ]
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What is it?
[It's only right to ask instead of operating, perpetually, on his own intuition with you. That takes him too far, too often.]
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C'mere... [ He can't find it in himself to smooth back the frown that's put a knot between his brows and a line on his lips.
He's gently lifting up the back of your shirt now to get a better look at those scars. ( Forgive him, babe. It's worry for you on several levels, but it's really more concern than anything else that's got him like this. ) ]
Where'd these come from?
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There's a smile in your direction now, a touch helpless, apologetic, and ashamed. In retrospect, he should have expected you to notice eventually, and zone in on them.]
Do you want specifics, or can I plead guilty to the charge of being a little too reckless?
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Whatever you feel comfortable telling me is fine.
[ That's said softly as he smooths down the back of your shirt. Had this been a year ago, he would have fussed, beat himself up over not being around to tell you to slow down. Now though, he's just loosely curling his arms about your waist and quietly searching your gaze. ]
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Thank you. [For trying to understand. For taking things as they came. For attempting to give him some space.] There was a call a couple of months back. Terrorist group in China. They had some Grendal tech on them.
[Which would explain the injuries, wouldn't it?]
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A couple of months ago, he was shuttling between Manila and the States. If he wasn't at Rhiannon or at home, he was over at the Other Brennan house, babysitting the toddlers. ]
Resistant? [ Yes. That's all he's asking. ]
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[This is, perhaps, the first conversation that either of you have had over this kind of situation. It's more than a little encouraging, especially in light of how things were between the two of you before... well. This.]
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I'm really glad you're okay.
[ He's tilting his head to one side at that, resting his cheek on your shoulder. ]
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[Saying that softly, as he's settling even more against your body. There are still times when he feels like he doesn't deserve this new lease in life, but he's not nearly as fatalistic as he used to be. The two of you are also back together the way that you ought to be too, now.
He can come home to you; you can come home to him. There's always been something poetic about that.]
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He could say something in response to that, but he decides against it. Risks are part of being a Keeper of the Vigil. Recklessness, not so much. But it does happen. ]
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-- some fifteen minutes in, though, you'll probably notice the way he's sagging against your body a little more. You'll also hear a soft yawn.
'Exhausted' doesn't begin to cut it right now.]
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Come on, [ he's shifting a little, being careful that he doesn't jar you in any way. ] Why don't you nap for a bit.
I can call for dinner later.
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Join me?
[You might as well get some rest too.]
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I was hoping you'd ask.