[She shows up not far from him, but quickly spots him and rushes to his side.] -- now. [She leans forward a touch and catches her breath, then looks up at him with a slight smile.] I was worried. You'll tell me about it, won't you?
I was coming to get you. And I was already worried. [She shakes her head.] No, that's a lie. I was scared. That you were dead, that you were pretending to be dead, that you were being tortured, that you'd felt I had boxed you i nor something. And that you needed to be away from me. A million scenarios and I kept trying to find you. Then I stopped trying because you must not have wanted me to find you. Then I didn't care if that was the case, then I did...
[She throws her hands up and lets out a relieved sigh, offering him a reassuring smile.] You get under my skin, you know. But this isn't about me. Do you want me to take you home?
[Once again, the teleport throws him off momentarily, gaining his bearings soon enough after their relocation. Everything in the apartment still seems to be in place, but James can't help but depart from her long enough to check the place out.]
[He probably has had a crappy, stressful two weeks. She isn't offended by his departure.]
I brought her to my place after you seemed to have gone off... wherever. [She shuffles along to the kitchen and takes a piece of paper off the fridge and crumples it up with a smile before tossing it out. Just a cute note about how she's worried about him and wondering if he's avoiding her.] I wasn't sure if you were avoiding me or not. She hadn't seemed to have been fed, so...
[His apartment feels odd. Unlived in and empty. It's a reminder of the times back home where he's left for weeks and months on end, but even then he usually has his housekeeper.]
[He's acting a little weird. His place is a lot more quite than hers, despite hers being much larger. It doesn't really feel lived-in, she supposes. Zatanna comes up behind him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.] Are you okay?
[The touch has his shoulders tensing on instinct, although relaxing seconds later. He's too wired, too ready to be shot at, too ready to be found out. Now is the time to put the job (because that's what these last few weeks were to him) behind and focus on the time away from it.]
Fine. Just need a good nights sleep and some good company. [Twisting towards her, a hand lifting to take hers.] Now, about that bath...
[She recognizes his reaction. Something she's seen before, felt before. It bothers Zatanna far more than she will ever let on. She's been very gentle about it with James, in the past. But then they got pissy and stopped understanding one another by choice, stopped curling up in bed with one another and listening. All because of stupid feelings. She was glad that was all over and done with and she could offer her support again.]
I won't make you tell me everything, but I hope that you'll be honest with me. [Though his gesture seems to reassure her. She gives his hand a little squeeze.] I think you need to take a quick shower before I'd be willing to take a dunk with you, honey. [But if he really wanted her to, she would.]
[He rolls his eyes in response to her, affectionate more than annoyed, carefully lowering her hand back down and stepping away. The bathroom seems to be his target, but he's already stripping off on the way there, jacket, pistol, holster, shirt, belt, shoes, all slid out of easily, all scattered on the floor. He'll clean up later. Whatever.]
You can at least start running it, then. [Called over his shoulder as he heads off to get naked and wet in the shower, aw yeah.]
Edited (she could also just run too) 2012-06-25 13:08 (UTC)
I might just do that. [She trails behind him, cleaning up his mess. Normally, she might yell at him for lazy, but he seems so very tired. This time, she'll let him get away with it. But if there are any comments even slightly misogynistic in tone, she's going to toss all of his junk into the shower with him. Until the, they'll be folded neatly.
And then she does, in fact, take his suggestion to heart and turns on the water, letting it fill up as the temperature rises; it's steaming a little, but that doesn't stop her from stripping and sliding into the tub with a soft hiss. He's probably hoping that she'll be lounging in it seductively or something, but he'll just have to be disappointed. She takes a washcloth and dips it in, getting it good and wet before covering her eyes and leaning back.]
[James barely acknowledges her clean-up, not out of any usual arrogance or disinterest, just... really not got the energy to register it. Part of his brain is already asleep, the other is only interested in people trying to kill or harm him. Seeing as neither is a viable option right now, he's just focused on climbing into the shower and staying unmoving under the hot spray.
He washes half heartedly, flicks the shower right down to cold and stands without reacting for a minute or two more before finally dragging himself back out, clean but dishevelled. It's only after a lengthy pause that he staggers over to the bath and drops himself in opposite Zee, managing to spill water over the sides with his unceremonious flop in.] Mmm...
[She kind of likes that -- when he's off. At least in this regard. The part where he's still in fight or flight mode, though, is a different story. She suspects that he's beyond tense right now and feels like they should be talking about a million things, but instead, just slides a foot on over to his hip, quietly acknowledging him before removing the cloth to peer at him and smile.]
If you want to sleep, I'll stay awake. [As in, she'll make sure that nothing happens. That he'll be safe.]
[He's already got his head tipped back and his eyes shut, bumping his leg against hers in return for the acknowledgement but, other than that, barely moving.
With an effort he lifts an arm off the side of the bath and waves it vaguely towards the door.] Left my gun out there. [Which is fucking stupid of him, he realises. Lot of good that'll do sitting in another room. But y'know, at least if Zee knows where it is, she can always like. get it or whatever should they get crazy hitmen after them.]
phone; :)
[She's sorry for a lot of things, James. She shouldn't have been so paranoid.] I didn't get a postcard. Are you... sure you're okay?
phone; :]
phone; :T
phone; :t
Darling. You don't need to be sorry. You weren't to know and this was all awfully timed.
phone; :F
Re: phone; :F
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It's good to see you, darling.
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Worse than you let on, then? It's been about two weeks, you know.
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Not that I thought you would, but still...
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[She throws her hands up and lets out a relieved sigh, offering him a reassuring smile.] You get under my skin, you know. But this isn't about me. Do you want me to take you home?
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Mm, mine or yours, just need a shower. Or a bath might be nice.
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Yours. [No kids or housemates who are considerate, but still will be concerned. She loops her arm around his and gives it a squeeze.] Emoh.
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... Where's the cat?
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I brought her to my place after you seemed to have gone off... wherever. [She shuffles along to the kitchen and takes a piece of paper off the fridge and crumples it up with a smile before tossing it out. Just a cute note about how she's worried about him and wondering if he's avoiding her.] I wasn't sure if you were avoiding me or not. She hadn't seemed to have been fed, so...
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[His apartment feels odd. Unlived in and empty. It's a reminder of the times back home where he's left for weeks and months on end, but even then he usually has his housekeeper.]
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[He's acting a little weird. His place is a lot more quite than hers, despite hers being much larger. It doesn't really feel lived-in, she supposes. Zatanna comes up behind him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.] Are you okay?
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Fine. Just need a good nights sleep and some good company. [Twisting towards her, a hand lifting to take hers.] Now, about that bath...
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I won't make you tell me everything, but I hope that you'll be honest with me. [Though his gesture seems to reassure her. She gives his hand a little squeeze.] I think you need to take a quick shower before I'd be willing to take a dunk with you, honey. [But if he really wanted her to, she would.]
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You can at least start running it, then. [Called over his shoulder as he heads off to get naked and wet in the shower, aw yeah.]
LMAO
And then she does, in fact, take his suggestion to heart and turns on the water, letting it fill up as the temperature rises; it's steaming a little, but that doesn't stop her from stripping and sliding into the tub with a soft hiss. He's probably hoping that she'll be lounging in it seductively or something, but he'll just have to be disappointed. She takes a washcloth and dips it in, getting it good and wet before covering her eyes and leaning back.]
sh'up
He washes half heartedly, flicks the shower right down to cold and stands without reacting for a minute or two more before finally dragging himself back out, clean but dishevelled. It's only after a lengthy pause that he staggers over to the bath and drops himself in opposite Zee, managing to spill water over the sides with his unceremonious flop in.] Mmm...
neverrrr
If you want to sleep, I'll stay awake. [As in, she'll make sure that nothing happens. That he'll be safe.]
yiiiiis
With an effort he lifts an arm off the side of the bath and waves it vaguely towards the door.] Left my gun out there. [Which is fucking stupid of him, he realises. Lot of good that'll do sitting in another room. But y'know, at least if Zee knows where it is, she can always like. get it or whatever should they get crazy hitmen after them.]
nooooooo
noooope
...yes?
reverse psychology! /wins
no!! you just confused me, it doesn't count :T
it does so
uhhhhh no
uuh nope
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;D
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