The Friday night drag

[mitochondriaaya]

Naturally the weekends were busy for the sheriff's department. Accidents, dumb kids, domestic disputes after last call...she didn't get home until really late. Luckily, as Sheriff, she got the weekends off, so she didn't have to be back up again for awhile. She was too keyed up to sleep as she dragged in, but she did need a shower, so after locking her belt away in the safe she left a trail of uniform pieces to the bathroom.

Yay hot water...

It was entirely possible to melt in a good shower. She could prove it. It was almost four in the morning before she dragged herself out and slipped back into faded jeans and a tank. Food was the next step...and maybe monster movies...

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[mitochondriaaya]

A quick dip and she managed to catch the movie on the blanket in her arms. "Hmmm, attack of the upside down zombies in quilt land..." she observed "And maaaaybe mutated monsters as a bonus." hard to tell from the cover!

"Nest?" she begged, dumping her blanket next to him then turning to deal with movie setup.

[sliceitwithwind]

He nods and builds her a little nest that...doesn't share his blanket. He can't deal with that right now.

[mitochondriaaya]

Hey, as long as she got a nest she was alright. Kinda. He was here and he was staying, that...was enough. "Oh riiiight. Umbrella. Pierce thought it was really weird I'd played the games and never heard of the movie. how did we miss this?" she asked, once she was comfortably curled on her section of couch.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I don't know?" Dilan offers, "You and Braig did most of the gaming, I like making them more than playing them."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hey, I gotta be up to par to play test." she pointed out "And I like the stories." she got defensive about playing games sometimes!

"Anyway..." she stuffed her pillow against his knee and stretched until her chin was resting on his kneecap. It was an integral part of nesting! "Looks like they focused more on the zombies than the puzzles..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I know." he says, shakily when he head is on his knee - but he doesn't move. "Well. Yeah, it's the easier one to do."

[mitochondriaaya]

Good, he had a comfy knee. She'd be sad to give it up. "And the lab. you don't get to the lab until the second game, but zombies in a lab are cooler than in a mansion I guess?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I have no clue." Dilan admits mildly, "I mostly ignored them."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Huh? You ignore them and they chew on you!" she pointed out with a grin "Zombies, not a self-rectifying problem! Well, unless you hole up and hope they programmed in a decay factor..."

[sliceitwithwind]

There's a moment of bemused thought, which turns slowly into about as white a face as Dilan can make. "I could do that." he says simply. "Make zombies. With a decay factor or not."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, yeah, but it's the story that really makes a..." she shifted as she spoke to grin up at him. That...wasn't his programmer look. It wasn't even close. "Oh...hell." she had her hands on his cheeks before she realized it. Feeling for fever? She didn't know.

"No. Takes a really messed up mind to do that. Knowing how and doing...way different."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I could do it." he says again, looking a little sick, "If I can figure it out, someone else could."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Look at me." she almost growled. "I'll kill the movie in a second." as soon as she was sure he wasn't going to...she wasn't sure. When he didn't look so damn fragile? "Someone does, I shoot them. And you think up a cure or way to handle that okay? There's no one out there with your brains, or your biologic ability, so it's going to take them a hell of a lot more work. We'll keep an eye out."

[sliceitwithwind]

"'K." This seems to be destroy-Dilan month. He kind of falls into her arms.

[mitochondriaaya]

That was alright. She figured she could kick the game controller and the movie would stop eventually? "It's alright Dilan" she could say this as many times as necessary today! And hold him tight, as long as he didn't spazz...

"You're a genius. You'll figure it out. And no one ever has to know what that cure is for alright?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I am really fucked up right now." he admits slowly.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah" she agreed quietly "But you're here and you're safe. Want me to drag you out to the waves for a bit?"

[sliceitwithwind]

He shakes his head, shuddering slightly. Ruined his relationship with Aya, and figured out how to destroy the world, all within twenty four hours.


Shit.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Fair enough. I'll get you outside some other time." she noted softly. She freed one arm from around Dilan just long enough to pull out her cell and text Braig. A simple Things suck. Pick up Cat for us?

That done she rested her chin on top of his head "Want me to put in something classic then or you just good with sitting here?" Either worked for her?

[sliceitwithwind]

He shrugs, uncomfortably, and after a sigh that sound like defeat rests his head on hers.

[mitochondriaaya]

Yeah...Aya wasn't used to being the bogey man? It was heartbreaking to hear sounds like that from Dilan.

She'd...get a nap when Braig got there. Yep. And a hug.

Hugs were good.

"That's not an answer." she sighed back. "But since I can't reach the controller now I'll call it as just resting a bit."

[sliceitwithwind]

"'k." he says, closing his eyes and trying to get one of the hurts to stop: pounding headache or aching heart.

[mitochondriaaya]

And she just closed her eyes. Just for a minute...and pet Dilan's hair softly.

At least she was slowly relaxing?

[sliceitwithwind]

That makes one of them. Dilan lets her pet him, but the misery? Oh, yaeh. He's worked himself into a hell of a funk.

[mitochondriaaya]

But...he hadn't bolted. That was something?

Yeaaaah. Aya was waiting to pass him off to Braig so she could stop making things worse. Welcome to the longest hour of their lives?