Room 222 | Saturday Night

[pursuedthestars]

Jim was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. It was as exciting as it sounded. He figured he should stay in this weekend since he was still healing up from his adventures last weekend. His face was still bruised but it looked much better than it had. He didn't look like a stupid raccoon anymore.

His torso and neck were still marked with fading yellow bruises but he could deal. He'd had worse. Despite all that, he still wasn't going to be moving much. It was a night for quiet contemplation and introspection.

...

Goddamn, Jim was bored.

[Open door/post, sure]

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[pursuedthestars]

"You can still trust people you're not sleeping with," Jim pointed out. "I can, at least."

[whenshewasnice]

"And I trust people like that," Natalie pointed out in return. "But it's a different kind of trust."

[pursuedthestars]

"I know it is," Jim said after a moment of quiet. "You'd find someone but until then, you can have me."

[whenshewasnice]

"How very kind of you," Natalie drawled, though it was still pretty light. "But good, I don't feel like looking for someone else. I'm not done trusting you."

[pursuedthestars]

"Aww. You speak such sweetly to me," Jim quipped with a snicker. "I'm touched."

[whenshewasnice]

"Oh, I could speak sweetly to you," she retorted. "But it would freak you out because you can just barely handle non-dirty affection."

[pursuedthestars]

"Oh, speak sweetly to me, babe," he said, laughing.

[whenshewasnice]

"I miss you, baby." Okay, she couldn't speak sweetly on command without it turning into an act. But that just meant her future Envy voice got some practice in. "My bed's so lonely and cold without you, I just wish you were here holding me tight and kissing the top of my head, and I could just curl up against your chest so you could make me feel safe."

[pursuedthestars]

"Very impressive," he said, laughing a little louder. "Now, how much of that was truth and how much was just for show?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Most of it was true." She was a sentimental fool, this wasn't news. "Although my bed's not cold or particularly lonely."

[pursuedthestars]

"I can come visit when you've got some free time," Jim offered.

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, my Sundays tend to be pretty quiet."

Said someone who didn't want to seem overly eager.

[pursuedthestars]

"You asking me to come tomorrow?" he wondered, trying to make her say it.

[whenshewasnice]

Jerk.

"Yeah. I guess I am."

Was that going to cut it this time?

[pursuedthestars]

"So, ask me."

Not going to cut it, apparently.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Would you like to come visit me tomorrow? Because I'd like you to."

[pursuedthestars]

"I would love to come visit you tomorrow," Jim told her, smirking. "Of course I would."

[whenshewasnice]

"You're a jerk," Natalie informed him. "But I'd love to see you too. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

[pursuedthestars]

"You're a jerk too," Jim told her, laughing. "But, you'll see me tomorrow and you can do your medical check in there since I know you wanna do that."

Blame Janice for that one.

"And then I'll hold you and kiss you. Promise."

[whenshewasnice]

"Jerk."

That was just a very succinct way of putting it, she couldn't help it. The perfect response to that first part. But it sounded pretty fond.

"Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye, Jim."

[pursuedthestars]

"Bye, Jerk."

And then he hung up the phone.