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[Don't tell her about the drunk couch piling. Not because she'd be jealous but because she would assassinate wizard egos with her meanness.]

Nothing.

[She sets her chin against Kate's shoulder. She has a sharp chin, and a sharp jawbone. It digs in a little with her weight.]

Let's get back in your bed.

[Not that she's pulling away to accommodate that, but whatever.]

You're still an asshole and I'm still mad at you. [ Kate's chin isn't quite as sharp as Johanna's, and anyway she ducks her head so the plane of her jaw rests against her instead of the bony line of it. There's not a ton of conviction behind that statement; isn't this kind of an apology? She knows how Johanna feels about things like hugs.

Inertia and illness win out over principled stands this time, and she lets her head loll, tucked in against shoulder and throat, eyes nearly closed. ]

Fine.

[ She hauls herself up straight again, enough to step back into her room towards the bed. Letting go is unpleasant, but she needs to wipe blood off her ear anyway before flopping down. ]

[Sure, whatever. Asshole, whatever. Johanna rolls her eyes, but as she's still got her chin firmly planted on Kate's shoulder--a little like a rock climber with a pick-axe bitten into the side of a mountain, for a grip--the eye rolling goes, luckily, unnoticed.

The pressure of her headache swims back up when Kate steps away, but Johanna just grits her teeth and ignores it. She rubs her forearm against her nose, as if warding off any further nosebleeds, and follows after her to the bed.]

Is your ear bleeding?

[Gross, is the subtext.]

Yeah. [ Kate shrugs. Ear bleeds, what're you gonna do. With her hair up, elastic'd into a messy bun on the top of her head it's easy to see the trails from her ear down her neck where blood's been wiped away but not scrubbed yet. ]

Nose, too. I think it stopped for the moment. Are you coming, or what?

[ Regardless, she is going to curl back up on top of the covers, sweatpants and t-shirt and bare feet, head dug into a pillow. She doesn't exactly open her arms and demand Johanna come back into them but that is what they're doing here, right? ]

Well, mine too.

[Like nosebleeds are no big deal. Ear bleeds probably are. But what is Johanna going to do? Suggest a trip to the medbay?

Hilarious.

Instead, she drops onto the bed beside Kate--knees first, and then the rest of her, arranging herself in what is actually a really familiar fit to form herself close to Kate. This is, all things consider, pretty normal. Not the bleeding. But laying on Kate's bed with her? Yeah. Usually there's a sexier element to it, something more thrilling and less comfort-seeking. Usually they're both sweatier. Usually it's not cuddling first.

But whatever. When your brain is probably bleeding, it's hard to care too much. Johanna fits herself to Kate with a sigh, one arm thrown loosely around her. She shuts her eyes.]

This is bullshit.

[A very dull complaint that's more like commiseration than anything else.]

Edited (stupid no reason sorry 8S) 2015-05-15 17:19 (UTC)

[ It's familiar but also weird, so many layers between them and so little interest in trying to work past or around them. Kate tangles their knees and drapes an arm around Johanna's hip, scrunched down so she can lean her forehead against sternum. ]

Total bullshit. [ She mumbles her agreement from there. And seems inclined to doze off, as the warm press of Johanna against her finally distracts from the piercing ache in her head.

But she isn't the only one here, a fact she forgot to alert Johanna to (and just forgot, full stop, for a minute. Don't tell Charles.). Diablo has been sleeping too, in his bed in the back of the room, blending into the shadows in the dark room like his namesake, or something. But now there's a new person, and so there is a black lab puppy coming to lean up onto the bed and sniff curiously at feet and maybe lick an ankle just a little bit. ]

Oh yeah, [ says Kate ] I got a dog. This is Diablo. I didn't name him.

What the fuck.

[It's a mumble, more confused than urgent or angry. Johanna lifts her cheek off of the pillow as a warm rough tongue swipes her ankle. She tries to look down to the end of the bed, but Kate is kind of in her way.

She does catch a glimpse of glittery dark eyes. A twist in her gut is easily fought down. A dog. God, this headache is balls. It's dulling everything.]

Where the hell did you get a dog from?

[Diablo doesn't mean anything to her--it's a little stupid, that's about as far as she gets with that, but then, she's not super into dogs, so any name would sound stupid--and then, blinking, she realises--]

Is that one of Charles'?

Sorry.

[ That's also a mumble, and it doesn't sound particularly sorry. Kate can't be bothered to pick her head up, but she does reach down a hand, wiggling fingers to offer an alternative to Johanna's ankle. ]

Yeah. Well, Claire's first. Charles couldn't handle him and Izzie, asked me if I could take him. He's sweet when he's not being a brat. Good at foot warming.

[Diablo ignores Kate's fingers in favor of licking, again, at Johanna's ankle. She tries to drag it out of range without actually putting much effort into it. The resistance of blankets and her own heavy limbs makes it a near impossible task.]

Ugh.

[She stops trying. Diablo licks, again, at her ankle.]

Does he do this licking thing a lot, because this is going to get real old. [Also:] You're not sorry.

Only if he likes you so I'm sure he'll stop soon. [ No headache is going to stop her from getting that dig in. And she's definitely not sorry. But she does groaningly haul herself up into a sitting position, or close enough propped on one hand that she can clap the other against her thigh to get the dog's attention. ]

Diablo. Here, boy. Come here.

[ The dog is more than happy to jump up onto the bed (a terrible habit that Kate already knows she is going to regret) and she reaches out to scratch his chest and ears and then pat the bed at their feet. ]

Down. Lie down. Go on. Dooooown. There, good boy. [ It takes a little encouraging and shoving but he lies down with his head more on Kate's feet and his body warm against Johanna's, and Kate scratches his ears more in reward before flopping back down. ]

There.

[Johanna rolls her eyes at that dig. Ha ha ha, you're hilarious, Kate Bishop.

All of the prancing that goes on as the dog tries to settle is annoying as hell, and Johanna makes quiet irritated huffs of breath to mark this. Control your animal. But once he's finally settled, the lean of the dog's weight isn't exactly terrible. It helps that Kate settles back down as well.

Johanna pinches her mouth into a pouty little scowl. It's mostly hidden by pillows, and there's not a lot of conviction to it.]

Are you keeping that name?

I'm not sure. I think it might be too late to rename him. He'll just get confused.

[ Kate settles back against Johanna, curling in to lean her head into her chest again. The pressure of it against her forehead seems to dull the headache somehow, so she doesn't really care if Johanna thinks it's lame or weak or whatever. ]

What would you name him?

I wouldn't.

[Too dull to really be vicious or cutting. She stares at the wall, limp under the lean of Kate's forehead against her chest, the pressure of the dog down around her ankles.]

He's too dumb to be like a Killer, right.

Are you fucking kidding me right now. [ Kate is so far from amused, her tone flat but still edged with anger. ] If you want to start that argument again you can just get out.

[ But hopefully not because then she'd have to move. She really is mad, but she's also comfortable for the first time in days. She gives Johanna a moment to choose to get up and get out if she wants and then says: ]

I wanted him to be named Spike but he wasn't mine.

What?

[Genuine confusion--which, for Johanna, comes out sounding annoyed. It honestly takes her a moment to realize what Kate is angry about--or probably angry at least. Considering Kate hasn't tried to push her out of the bed, how mad can she be?

Irritated--but not irritated enough to leave--she huffs a laugh.]

Oh, get over it, that's not what I meant. I meant that's a great dog name. And Spike is way better. You should change it, he'll figure it out.

[ Great filters through the fuzz of pain and exhaustion and kneejerk anger and warms Kate's heart just a little bit. Way better. Part of her doesn't want to be appeased, knows she shouldn't be this easily. Real arguments deserve real responses, real consequences. But Johanna gives approval so rarely that even over something this unimportant Kate finds herself just a little proud. At least her smile can't be seen, out of sight with her head bowed. ]

Maybe I will. I have to see if he's worthy, first.

[Johanna snorts--but doesn't move, and doesn't offer any greater critique than that. It's possible that she's equally fuzzy in pain and exhaustion. It's also possible that she likes Kate's name selection that much.]

What's the test for that like? He's just a dog.

I don't know. I just have to see if he seems awesome enough, I guess.

[ Kate's shrug is a loose bump of her chest and shoulders against Johanna, already yawning before she finishes the words. Then she's still, breathing slowly enough she might be asleep. She nearly is, just enough to stop whatever bit of her brain usually prevents her from asking things like this: ]

Are we friends?

[Johanna isn't necessarily nearly asleep. But she's feeling the best she has in days, winding down enough that her own breath is slower and more even.

But at Kate's question, she draws back a little, squinting down at her. What.]

What?

Are you my friend?

[ Kate repeats the question and then muffles another yawn. She's been trying to sleep for so long, this respite between headaches and nosebleeds has her almost immediately dozy (and consequently a little disjointed). ]

Or are we just benefits, no friends with.

[She snorts, quietly--not loud enough to disturb herself, or even to really disturb Kate. It's much less vicious than she usually is, but in her defense, she's pretty damn tired, too.]

Is this normal for you? Does no one think this is weird in New York?

Shut up. You're so bad at this.

[ Kate would roll her eyes but it might hurt and Johanna can't see them anyway. She doesn't really sound mad, maybe exasperated but there's barely enough energy in it even for that. ]

[Unseen, her eyes narrow a little--but only a little.]

Seriously. Why do you even have to ask?

Because you're a huge bitch to me half the time.

[ Duh. ]

But then sometimes you come hug me randomly. It's weird.

Once. I hugged you once. Did you already forget, it like, just happened.

[She lets her eyes slip shut again, despite the tilt of argument in her voice.]

And I'm a huge bitch to everyone. Don't act like it's special. In fact, I think the only thing special about it is that you said I only do it half the time. That's a pretty good record.

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