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[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[worthallthis]

"I think so. Ellie didn't go home to check, at first, because she thought she wouldn't come back here again," B says. "But I think if she went home and found Joel wasn't there, she'd have been right back here screaming bloody murder. As far as I can tell, if the Admiral agreed to a deal, he will always make it happen."

[cactusy]

It's not as if Shaw really had any other reason to believe otherwise. She's met enough wardens who've already gotten one deal that she's pretty sure she would have been given a head's up if the Admiral sometimes reneged. But it's a relief to hear anyway, and she leans back against the headboard, closing her eyes.

"I haven't told anybody what I told you, either," she says. Trevor and Quill got the barest of facts, but that barely counts.

[worthallthis]

B nods, looking serious. He knows it's a big thing. "And you don't have to," he says. "A lot of people don't, to be honest. It's personal for a lot of people. People probably won't even ask until they feel like they know you pretty well, if then." He quirks a little smile. "Hell, nobody's asked me. Not even Steve. Though he's pretty careful not to push, too."

[cactusy]

"I didn't tell you because I felt pressured." And she wouldn't have caved if she had felt pressured. But she's already told B more than she's told anyone else, and he's never gotten weird at her over it, and maybe it's kind of nice to have just one person who she doesn't play the My personal life isn't anyone's business game with. It's not an approach she's regretting in the least, but having an exception - one exception - is maybe okay.

"Her name's Root," she says, curling her fingers around the empty space on her wrist. "My friend."

Maybe he'll make the connection between that and her babbling about root directories keeping computer files safe and organized and sane, and maybe he won't. But right now, this is the closest she can get to telling him that she loved her.

[worthallthis]

"Root," he repeats, and smiles a bit. "Like the tattoo." That's the more important connection he makes, really, and he can read the importance of her. Whether the relationship was romantic or not, love is still love, and he's glad she had that.

Huh. The tattoo she's going to have to redo, after dying, but he thinks that'll be good for her. A nice grounding exercise after the breach.

Speaking of. "You want me to bring you your tattoo gun, while you're stuck in bed? Or you wanna wait until you feel better?" Hopefully she sees the connection rather than thinking it's a subject change. "I can get you some food while I'm at it."

[cactusy]

"Yeah," she says, brushing her fingers over her empty wrist again. "Like the tattoo."

It's nice to let herself talk about her, but it's also exhausting, and she pulls the blankets more securely around herself, suddenly cold and shivering. Her throat is dry, the spaces behind her eyes burn, and her stomach feels like an empty pit, which she tends to interpret in only one way.

"I'm starving," she croaks. "Too nauseous to do any tattooing right now, though."

[worthallthis]

The dogs shuffle closer at the shiver. Both of them have been at least casually trained as therapy dogs, and know cues like that. B gives her ankle a pat under the blankets. "I'll get you some lunch then. And tea. Don't know that coffee'll feel great right now. Wanna keep an eye on the dogs for me while I do that?"

[cactusy]

"Sure."

D gets a little scratch behind the ear, but otherwise, she doesn't move; she's ready to stay ensconced in her blanket cocoon for a bit.

[worthallthis]

B pushes up to his feet. "Be back in a little bit, then."

He'll go put together whatever he can find in the kitchen that's easy on the stomach, and he might wind up bringing the tattoo gun back just for whenever she's ready for it. Then he'll leave her to eat and wash up a little in Steve's bathroom, in peace, unless she seems to want more company.