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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[sliceitwithwind]

Thump is the sound of someone intending to knock, changing his mind, and gravity making him knock anyway. It is partnered with a muttered, and slurred, "Shit."

[mitochondriaaya]

'Thump' is not the sound one usually hears at the door at this hour of the morning. Same with the slurred cussing, though she figured anyone mistaking the sheriff's door for theirs was entitled to swear. Her kitchen wasn't far from the door, so she just leaned away from the stove to open the door. "Jones is next...door." she blinked, oddly stretched between doors.

"Dilan?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Aya." For an instant he sounds like he doesn't know where he is. And? Even in the rain, he reeks of alcohol. "I can't stop - I love you. Damn it, and at some point I fell in love with you and I can't stop it."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh hell..." there was a loud clang as she put a pan down on a far burner and came all the way to the door. "Dilan...you're drunk." he was obviously drunk.

"Get in here. It's raining." because...those were the important bits? Either way, she was already reaching out to grab his arm and help him into the hallway.

[sliceitwithwind]

He staggers in and slides down the wall, not sure if he's crying or they're raindrops. "Love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Shhh, it's alright, I promise."...she wasn't used to Dilan falling apart. Even drunk, he was...fun. She followed him to the floor so she could start tugging his cat off. They'd work on getting him to the couch when he wasn't dripping? "Come on kitten, you're suppose to be happy about loving people."

[sliceitwithwind]

"But I'm not supposed to love you like that." he half wails as the yowling cat moves from his soaking coat to Aya's dry arms.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya cuddled Cat a moment before reaching back into the kitchen for a dish towel to start ruffling fur with. "Why not?" she asked, curious about that reasoning. Yeah, she saws things just a little differently than he did.

"That's what messed you up enough to get this drunk?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Because YOU don't love ME like that!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Funny, I don't remember you ever asking." she noted. "You ready to try standing? The couch is a lot more comfortable than my floor."

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Had three beers. Don't think I can stand."

[mitochondriaaya]

"...alright. Stay right there." she could hide just how disturbing that fact was by being busy! Like grabbing a large towel for him, and then dragging some of the couch cushions and a blanket out int the hall to make sitting around more comfortable.

"Have you eaten?" she asked after she'd arranged things to her liking. "Anything?" and yes, she was helping him get his boots off. It was another thing to keep busy with!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyno." he says, doing his best to help. Badly. He just doesn't help well at all.

[mitochondriaaya]

"No?" she confirmed, worry starting to leak into her voice. "I'll finish cooking then. She had more meat she could add the stir fry, right? Right. She always had extra meat for meals.

Aya finished getting his boots off then smoothed the blanket over his legs and added Cat to the mix. "Keep talking okay? I'll be, what, five feet away? Yep, about that far. I'll hear you just fine.'

[sliceitwithwind]

"Dunno what to say." Dilan slurs, "Miss you. Miss being near you. Hate not being near you."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Miss you too." she admitted easily over the sounds of things frying. "Hate not having you over. Start showing up again, not just tonight, or I'll do something drastic."

[sliceitwithwind]

"It hurts." Dilan explains, still on the floor, "I feel horrible for wanting you."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Don't" she actually stuck her head out of the kitchen to stare at him. "I don't mind, it's not a bad thing, don't beat yourself up."

[sliceitwithwind]

"But you're Aya. I'm supposed to protect you from guys like me."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yes, I'm Aya." she agreed, finally drifting out of the kitchen with plates. "And I don't need protection from guys like you. Assholes, yes, upon occasion, but you're not in that category and you know it."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I am an asshole. I fell in love with my sister." he says miserably.

[mitochondriaaya]

She settled down next to him and eyed the plate of food. He wasn't sober enough to stand, so could he find his mouth? She wasn't going to risk it. "Food, Dilan." she offered a chunk of steak.

What? It bought her time to think over how to respond. "No, you're one of the best men I know."

[sliceitwithwind]

He leans forwards and takes the bite. "Except that I fell for you. That's an asshole move."

[mitochondriaaya]

Feeding Dilan was one of things that she knew how to do so she kept that up! "No. That's...well, that's not so bad actually. Assholes don't care.'

[sliceitwithwind]

"...But you're Aya. I'm supposed to protect you."