[His roommates are kind about his nightmares, but Jack still finds himself embarrassed when they wake him for the third time that night. Briefly he considers simply not going back to sleep, but he's exhausted-- and he's no money for a hotel-- and there's no one in this place that understands him better than Rin--
--and maybe he's a little lonely. So what? That's not a crime. Which is how he ends up at her door at one in the morning, dressed in boxers and an undershirt, his hair sticking up and a bit of a sheepish smile on his face.]
[Rin sleeps a lot, partly by natural inclination, and partly for the relief of it. So she's fast asleep when he comes knocking at the door and it takes a bit to roust her. When she comes, her hair is loose as it rarely (never) is in public, she's shuffling with bare feet, wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
She wasn't expecting to see Jack. Rin blinks at him blarily and then clearly tries to lever herself further into wakefulness.]
'S all right if I sleep with you? I mean, not-- we don't gotta share a bed or nothin', I know people don't like that a lot, but-- I mean-- could I crash on the floor? Only I keep wakin' up, and it's . . . I mean, they're nice, but they don't understand about nightmares.
[Rin scratches her head. PRocessing, processing. It's kind of weird but - Jack is like her brother. Kind of. Her brother who must be carefully handled. Beyond her (normal, standard) slightly taken aback reaction she has little real problem with the notion.]
D'you remember Sasuke...? [A pause then a shake of the head. No, never mind. She steps aside.] C'mon in.
[With a grateful glance he slips in-- and just like that, he goes a little calmer. Another person, someone he trusts, someone he can sleep calmly around-- and maybe someone with whom he can share a bed. He won't make her, he knows people don't like that, but god, he misses sharing beds with people.]
I-- no. But I bet if you described him, I'd remember the . . . the figure. The person behind the name. Why?
He wanted to too... one time. [Shake shake again.] He was mad. He had black hair. His family was in the Port with us, you won't remember Madara either... they had strange eyes. [Absently Rin reaches for his hand.] Are you hungry?
[He threats their fingers together, though, keeping her close for the time being.]
I like my roommate. The woman. She's . . . strange. I can't tell what she's thinkin'. But she's nice. She wakes me up from nightmares and she doesn't ask no questions.
Nn. Let's go to bed. It'll be just like old times... [Pauses; she doesn't want to think about sharing a bed in St.Edelweiss too much. Not that that was with Jack anyway.]
[He leads them back toward her bedroom, twining their fingers together-- it doesn't even occur to him to remark wryly on the situation, to tease about going to bed or something like that.]
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--and maybe he's a little lonely. So what? That's not a crime. Which is how he ends up at her door at one in the morning, dressed in boxers and an undershirt, his hair sticking up and a bit of a sheepish smile on his face.]
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She wasn't expecting to see Jack. Rin blinks at him blarily and then clearly tries to lever herself further into wakefulness.]
What's wrong?
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[He rubs the back of his neck.]
'S all right if I sleep with you? I mean, not-- we don't gotta share a bed or nothin', I know people don't like that a lot, but-- I mean-- could I crash on the floor? Only I keep wakin' up, and it's . . . I mean, they're nice, but they don't understand about nightmares.
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D'you remember Sasuke...? [A pause then a shake of the head. No, never mind. She steps aside.] C'mon in.
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I-- no. But I bet if you described him, I'd remember the . . . the figure. The person behind the name. Why?
[A beat, and then:]
Thanks.
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[He lets her take it, and is all the happier for it-- physical affection is hard, now, but it's different with Rin.]
He . . . I did therapy with him once. Didn't I?
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Want some tea?
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[He threats their fingers together, though, keeping her close for the time being.]
I like my roommate. The woman. She's . . . strange. I can't tell what she's thinkin'. But she's nice. She wakes me up from nightmares and she doesn't ask no questions.
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What's her name?
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[He leads them back toward her bedroom, twining their fingers together-- it doesn't even occur to him to remark wryly on the situation, to tease about going to bed or something like that.]