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[eiattu_pride]

Rial's working, stretched out on the couch and staring at a datapad. Totally not actually comprending anything.

He wonders briefly where Plourr is, and whether or not he can convince her that they should have another holiday.

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[eiattu_pride]

He reaches down a hand to lightly ruffle her hair.

"Hey. Bad day?"

[fighting_mad]

"Long day," she says, shaking away his hand (but with the start of a smile).

[eiattu_pride]

"Mmm-hmm."

He stretches, and wriggles his toes.

"Me too."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr looks at his toes with some bemusement, given that she's still sitting square on his legs. She rests a hand on his knee, her head tilted against the sofa back. "It seems like everyone on-planet wants a piece of me before tomorrow."

[eiattu_pride]

"Who wouldn't want a piece of you? Though really, I'd hate to share."

Rial smirks at her.

[fighting_mad]

She lets her head roll to the side on the back of the couch, and she smiles at him, raising her eyebrows. "Rial Pernon, was that a come-on?"

[eiattu_pride]

"I wouldn't dream of such a thing."






"Well, yeah. Kind of."

[fighting_mad]

She grins and readily drops the datapad on the table, sliding up him til her face is at a level with his. "It was very subtle," she murmurs.

[eiattu_pride]

"I pride myself on subtlety," he informs her, kissing the very tip of her nose.

[fighting_mad]

"Mmm," she says thoughtfully, settling between his legs. "Well, you should be subtle like that more often." A smile quirks. "It's sexy."

[eiattu_pride]

Rial laughs.

"Have you noticed that most of out conversations seem to end in sex, these days?"

[fighting_mad]

Plourr rests her head beside his. "We're making up for lost time," she rationalizes with a bright grin. "You're not complaining, are you?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Me? Complaining? Never."

But he sobers for a second, watching the wall.

"When're you going back?"

[fighting_mad]

She watches him quietly. "Two days."

[eiattu_pride]

He nods, and runs his hand through her hair.

"Okay."

[fighting_mad]

She presses her forehead against his temple. "Okay."

Leaving places usually isn't hard.

[eiattu_pride]

"It'll be fine."

He's reassuring himself as much as her.

[fighting_mad]

"Of course it will. I'll be back as soon as we've trained a few replacements." Again, she doesn't say.

[eiattu_pride]

"I'll await with eagar joy," he says, and the smile is there and firm (and somehow not).

[fighting_mad]

"Still have two days, Rial," she reminds him softly.

[eiattu_pride]

"I know."

And he does.

"We'll make them last, hmm? And then you can go have your fun."

[fighting_mad]

They're her friends and it's what she loves, it is, but--

She says quietly, "I'll just be waiting til I can come home."

Home. It's a strange word; one that she hasn't used much in her lifetime, if ever. But this is. He is.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial smiles quietly.

"Okay. Don't forget to have a little fun, though."

[fighting_mad]

She smiles into his shoulder, resting her hand on his chest. "I won't."

[eiattu_pride]

"Good."

He's petting her absently, like she's a dog.