OOM: Cell

[spit_it_out]

 
It's been a couple of days. He's glad of it, though the boredom that's setting in is starting to worry him a little. Truth is though, sitting here reading has made him lethargic, to the point where he's not sure even the Other Guy could fight his way through.

Though that's ridiculous. So far, there hasn't been anything the Other Guy couldn't fight his way through. Still. He's supposed to be making an effort to live normally, isn't he? If only to prove to himself that he can. So he probably can't hide himself away in here forever.

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[spit_it_out]

'I can live without sound-proofing.'

He manages a real smile this time, small but definitely there.

'I'm not planning on doing anything that'll need it.'

[cute_bruiser]

Success! Maybe she can get some things about this right, after all.

Teasing, "Probably just as well." She isn't referring to what he probably thinks she is - the bar has two other rules besides 'no violence', after all. "But it's worth just asking her, if you do want something like that. It's not like you're in here for doing anything wrong, so she'll probably be nicer to you than she is to real rule-breakers."

[spit_it_out]

'Something like...?'



Oh.

He shoots her a Look, but it's not altogether unamused.


'No need for that.'

[cute_bruiser]

"What?"

She is the most innocent mutant ever! She swears!

...Totally not teasing him. At all. Nope.

[spit_it_out]

He raises an eyebrow at her, then lets it drop, and looks away. Teasing, he can cope with. But definitely not going to be drawn on this one.

'So, would you do a me a favour? Another one, I guess. Stick a note up to someone to drop by tomorrow, and see if I can get out?'

No guarantee he'll go, but it'll be reassuring to know the option's there.

[cute_bruiser]

Molly doesn't push it; she has no intention of going too far, not if she can help it.

"Sure," she says immediately. "Or I can let you out myself, if I'm in?"

[spit_it_out]

'Or that,' he says, with another small smile.

'As long as I feel better.'

[cute_bruiser]

"Well, I'm not exactly going to kick you out," Molly remarks, smiling back at him.

Entertaining as that would be. Although if she thinks he's hermiting in the cells, she might well try.

"Do you want anything, til then? I can go grab you more books and stuff, if you want."

[spit_it_out]

'Uh-' he looks down at the one by his side. He's hardly started it, and it's pretty big. 'I think this one will keep me until tomorrow. Thanks, though.'

A pause, and he meets her eyes for a second.

'Really. Thanks.'

He sounds awkward as hell saying it, but not because he doesn't mean it. Just because he needed the conversation at all.

[cute_bruiser]

She sips the last of her mocha, and gives him the sort of smile that's warm rather than bright.

"You're welcome," she tells him, and gives him a kiss to the cheek (not quite so hesitant as last time; just as brief) before she gets to her feet.

"See you around, then, I guess?"

[spit_it_out]

'Yeah. See you around.'

He's folding himself inward again, arms still resting on his knees. But he tries another smile, because she really has helped a bit.

'Tomorrow, right?'

[cute_bruiser]

"Sure," Molly says, and lets her fingertips just brush the tips of his curls. "Or someone else - but hopefully me. Baby?"

The front of the cell opens again to let her slip out; before she goes she gives him a bright, reassuring grin.

"Feel better," she adds with a wave, and vanishes to go write her note.