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[Backdated to Saturday! James is looking p l e n t y pissed when he clicks on the camera, and for a moment there is just an incredibly pissed off face - and then he focuses the feed on his other hand, which is holding a book (naval war history). Except on closer inspection, he's not holding it at all. It's actually stuck to the palm of his hand.]

Parker, if you don't get in here and tell me how to turn this off, I swear I'm going to wring your neck.

[It was a lot funnier when he was just hearing about it happening to Peter, okay.]

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(Continued from here.)

[Take the bloody shot. It echoes in his thoughts, his ears, along with the clink of pressing his glass against Le Chiffre's in a toast, and he can feel his saliva foam, can taste blood (he's bitten into his lip), can taste the drink and it's killing him, killing him--

He doesn't wake until after Megamind's gone, but it feels like a lifetime, time has slowed to kill him a thousand different ways. He's jerking around on the bed, tangling himself up in his sheets, no doubt hurting himself, but instead of the pain waking him up, it's just further fueling the dreams.]

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[She strokes her hand through his hair, trying not to worry about the tremors she can feel shivering down his arm. He's been seriously hurt, and it hasn't healed yet, of course he'll need physical therapy and time before he's back to normal. But he'll be fine. She knows he'll be fine.

(Because if she lets herself start considering the alternatives, and what that's going to mean for him, she thinks she might start getting choked up, and she can't let that happen right now.)]

I know. [She really means she knows he needs to hear himself say it, knows he needs to act like he's fine even though she knows he isn't, but also that he will be all right, that things will get better, and she'll be here through the whole thing.] I know, darling.

[There's a reason she was the one he fell in love with. He's never been one for monogamy, for commitment, and she had both from him so quickly. She stole his heart by understanding, by being someone who could challenge him, save him, and still understand the things that went through his head.

He strokes her side lightly as his heartrate starts to return to normal. He's silent for a while longer, but eventually he feels more himself, believes the lie until it's true, and shifts to lay his head on the pillow beside hers instead of her shoulder. The armor's back.]

[She lets him go, although she's glad he doesn't go far. She reaches down to pull the blankets back up to their waists and tucks it carefully around James.]

I'm sorry for putting up a fuss about you leaving the infirmary early. [It seems like a safe topic, even though he knows perfectly well that she was glad to be able to have this with him after what the last few weeks had been like.]

[He grunts his response at first, shifting to lay on his back and slide his left arm under her shoulders. It's a return to normalcy, even if everything still hurts.]

Bed was too bloody small, [he jokes, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]

This one seems alright. [She jokes back before snuggling back up against his side, carefully putting a hand on his chest, avoiding the broken ribs. It's good to have him close again, and she almost irrationally wishes they could just stay like this indefinitely, maybe forever.

It's not that different from how she felt after Le Chiffre, except that now she doesn't have the weight of Quantum hanging over her head, or the memory of Yusef to make her feel guilty for wanting this.]

Do you need anything?

No, [he says quietly, willing himself to get comfortable, to breath naturally. He's as far from tired as could be. Which makes him glance askance at her.]

Did I wake you?

[She's not really tired, either, and she shakes her head gently, keeping her breathing slow and calm to try and help him relax.]

No. I was checking on the cat.

[He is not to hurt to groan, even as he matches her breaths.]

Has he torn up your room, yet?

No. He's quite well behaved. [And she's attached already so you had better not suggest sending him back/making Peter take care of him, because she will kick your ass.]

You're going to have to meet him sometime.

[No but he's injured, she's not allowed to kick his ass. :c]

Am I? [Mutter grumble. He makes a face before glancing down at her.] What does he look like?

[She'll wait until you're feeling better. B(

And she's grinning, and it's definitely more than a little impish, because...]

He's a tuxedo cat.

[Oh my god Peter. Peter. He is going to murder you.

He is just. Swallowing a groan by holding his breath and lifting his eyes skyward because no.]

You must be joking.

I could bring him over right now if you'd like.

[He's assuming that's not going to happen though, and to be honest, she's not interested in going anywhere any time soon. She's not exactly in any hurry to pull away from him unless it's an emergency.]

I don't think so. [He's not really interested in her going anywhere, either, so. Turning his head just enough to kiss her head lightly, he lets out a breath and stares at the ceiling.]

His litter box is staying in your room.

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That's fine. [She's watching him as best she can from this angle, tucked up against him as she is, listening to him breathe and trying not to think too hard about what sort of nightmare he'd been having when she found him. It could have been something old and familiar, but there's so much time between them now and she has no idea what else he's been through, and she knows he won't tell her all the details.

She smooths her hand over his chest, wishing there was more that she could do besides be here and hope things would work out.]

You're sure you don't need anything?

[His eyes shift down to her, and he shifts, though it hurts, to run his hand through her hair.]

I'm fine. [It's entirely believable, this time, and he leans in to kiss her despite his protesting body.] I've got everything I need.

[She knows she should tell him to take it easy, to lie back and stop moving around so much, but she can't help herself. She kisses him back, and it's not desperate, but it's close, and she feels a little badly about it. She wants to make up for lost time, to just appreciate the fact that he's here, he came back, and she's not crying, but there's an uncomfortable tightness in her chest because she just can't help but thank whatever made this possible that they've been given another second chance. She doesn't want to be wondering if she'll ever see him again again, even though she knows with his job, it's entirely possible that even if they do go home and have a life together, it'll happen more often than she'll ever be comfortable with.]

[It's half the reason settling down was never an option; he remembers their conversations even know, and he knows that he missed his chance to get out. He has no soul left, but that won't stop him from trying for her.

It hurts, and he moves slowly, but James shifts toward her again, hand rising to cup her cheek. He can feel that near desperation, and he needs her to know that there are so many promises he can't make - but while he's here, he's hers.]

[Her eyes are burning with tears, and she almost isn't sure why, certainly doesn't want them to be pointed out even though they're not exactly entirely possible to hide. She doesn't pull back for long when she needs to breathe - and that sounds embarrassingly like a sob, or at least a shallow gasp - and she pulls him gently closer.]

[He doesn't offer murmurs, no platitudes or promises. He ignores the way his lungs are working much too hard and holds her tight. His thumb and forefinger knead at the back of her neck,and he slides one arm under her to wrap around her back. If she wants to cry, he won't shy away.]

[She doesn't want to cry. She's sick of crying, has spent too much time over the last year feeling miserable and she's tired of it. She wants to have the happiness they'd shared before Bond had vanished, to feel like things were going to be alright, and really, she wants to have sex, but James is hurt and she knows it's not a good idea.

She still doesn't pull away though, because she's had to wait for this kind of intimacy for too long, and she wants to stay like this for a while.]

[She's not alone in that, but James isn't healed enough to do...any of the work. Instead he holds her, and breathes shallowly, pressing his mouth against the top of her head. Her scent is tantalizing, and he's ashamed to realize he'd forgotten it. Not really worth being ashamed over, it had been six years for him - but it still smarts, and he still wants to make it up to her. If that amounts to laying here with his arms around her, so be it.]

[That's fine. That's more than fine, and she huddles close, blinking away the wetness and keeping her breathing as steady as possible. She feels exhausted and bone weary, but doesn't actually feel like she's going to be able to go to sleep for a while, and she's not sure what to say.]

I love you.

I could get used to hearing that. [Which is, quite frankly, a feat. He's spent the last few years learning to judge when to slip out before 'I love you' was spoken. He grunts quietly and shifts onto his back again with a vaguely apologetic look. It's getting too hard to breathe - but he pulls her with him, holds her against his left shoulder.]

I love you.

[She's glad to be kept close, and puts an arm around him, silently thanking anyone who would listen that she got to do this again, that they're both alive and together. It still seems almost too good to be true.]

I don't know if I want to get used to it, [She admits softly, allowing some of the old playfulness back into her voice, but there's so much sincerity to it, too.] Every time I hear it, I feel like the luckiest person in the world.

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