29 CHimera Court, Sunday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

Well...

He wasn't in a hotel room. This was good.

And there was still a husband. And a hungover minion downstairs.

Interesting.

He wanted waffles now. So, he was in the kitchen. Making waffles.

"Mmm, waffly goodness."


[[OOC: Open for folks who might be in the house or stopping by]]

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There was a silence for a moment before the waffle maker beeped.

"I have some coffee made." A beat. "And Irish Cream there. Because it's not a Sunday morning without Irish coffee or a Bloody Mary."

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Aly stared at him for half a second before she started laughing, trying hard not to be amused at the irony of that. "What about mimosas? Can it be a Sunday morning with them?"

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Wade was very proud for not facepalming there. "Well, I'm fresh out of champagne, so maybe next week."

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"Now I'm disappointed in you," she teased then set the plate down carefully to try to give him a hug.

Cause she needed one, dammit.

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Hugging was good. Very good.

Wade hugged back tightly. "Can we pretend yesterday didn't happen?"

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"Please," she murmured into his shoulder, not quite ready to let him go.

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"I'm down with that," Wade replied, not letting go either.

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She relaxed slightly into him. "Good. I'm glad I found you here."

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"Me too."

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Aly pulled back just a bit to look up at him. "I have a very important question then."

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Wade frowned, looking down at her warily. "What?"

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"Why is there a zonked out Rikku on your couch?"

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Wade frowned, thinking the answer was obvious. "She passed out at Caritas last night and I wanted to make sure she didn't die in her sleep?"

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Aly grinned and squeezed him again. "Just making sure. Rather it be that then something else."

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He frowned again. "What else would it be?"

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"She got hurt or something? She was really sick? Something else happened that she needed a friend immediately?" Aly sighed. "I didn't mean anything bad by it."

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"Sorry," He muttered, pulling away. "Used to people assuming the worst."

And the weekend sure as hell brought that back up.

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She caught his arm for half a second. "Hey Wade? You're my best friend. I'm never going to assume the worst of you."

And regardless of yesterday not happening, that still needed to be said.

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That would be nice to believe. It really would. It would also be nice to believe in the Easter Bunny again.

"You have no idea what I've done before coming here. I'm not a nice guy, Aly."

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"I'm not naive enough to think that you have ever been all sunshine and puppies," Aly said then added wryly. "But then people who are all sunshine are boring." More seriously, she continued, "I see a lot, and I like you no matter what."

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"I don't think you are naive." He sighed and leaned against the counter, looking down at his feet. "Christ, by the time I was your age, I was already like this and working as a mercenary. I've been doing this for over thirty years now. Mary was really just the tip of the iceberg in my long list of bad decisions."

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"And if you're pointing out how bad the decisions were, you're obviously already aware of it," she replied, studying his body language. "What's the point in me judging and making a fuss?"

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"I wanted to kill her. She wanted me to kill her," He said quietly. "So I could be like before again. And I would have. Would have killed her and not felt a thing. If Nate and Arashi hadn't shown up."

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"But they did," she said as quietly. "It's not worthwhile to beat yourself up about what may have happened."

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It was like putting an open bottle of whiskey in front of a recovering alcoholic.

"Yeah."