Outside Room 429, Late Tuesday (After Radio)

[the_merriest]

Okay. So. She'd tried sleeping some, last night. Got some sleep. Not much.

He sounded like hell on the radio; she felt like hell, right about now.

So Rikku was going to sit, hugging her knees, by door 429.

(for he whose door was modded with permission. note: this conversation gets kinda serious, touching on his drinking issues, so viewer discretion is advised.)

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[the_merriest]

And just like that, she crumpled back against him, shaking. Trying not to shake. Trying to keep it together, already, Rikku, except he was lying except he wasn't lying except maybe he believed it except he always had the job come first except when he didn't except except except ...

His arms were a very good place to tremble. She would need a few moments, before she trusted herself to speak. Maybe a few minutes. She didn't know how long it was, really. Time sort of stopped, here.

"Can I?" she asked, in a very small voice. "Stay?"

[raspberryturk]

His answer was a nod. A small nod. And his arms pulling her close again, and it was okay that she was trembling. It meant that they were a matching set.

"Of course."

It just so happened that his bed was the perfect size for having Rikkus spend the night. As were his arms.

And he could use the company.