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[battleshipping]

[Laughing. She's going to take notes and remake the sandwiches over and over again until they're like his, and then shock him by not leaving. Never leaving.

(Dumb people like Skye, once they love you it's for life.)]

I should make you make a whole list of those rules.

[accumulator]

So I can finally have something on the fridge?

[ His sandwich is too hot and so he has to reach for his beer and take a deep refreshing sip. ]

There aren't really any rules. Apart from not setting an alarm.

[battleshipping]

What, so we get to sleep in? [She actually gasps here. What did that even feel like? Sleeping in? Waking up next to -- well, actually that makes her draw up short.

Cautiously, she tries,] Since we're talking about rules. [Her gaze moves down to her beer, from which she pauses to take a sip, and then back up at him.]

We should talk about what you're comfortable with. With what I'm comfortable with too.

[accumulator]

It's the one rule I'm fully instating. [ He flashes her a quick grin before it goes concern as she hesitates. ]

All right. What are you comfortable with?

[battleshipping]

I haven't shaken anything since before Afterlife. I think it'd be safe for us to sleep in the same bed if...you'd be okay with that? [She's being safe.] I would definitely like to try that.

[accumulator]

I assumed we would be.

[ His smile dimples slightly. ] There is a spare room though, if you want me to take it at any point.

[battleshipping]

Absolutely not, I plan to take advantage of every single morning of being able to wake up next to you. [Did that come out too intense? She flushes a little, but doesn't look away.]

We've talked through kissing, so that's settled. [She moves on,] What about cuddling?

[accumulator]

[ He's made her worry. Part of him feels bad about that. But he's touched that she's actually thinking about it for him. ]

Of course. I want to be near you. That hasn't changed.

[battleshipping]

[Well, they are in his safehouse, but he doesn't need to bring it up and she's grateful for it. She never feels undermined or condescended to when she talks about her feelings with him, she feels understood instead.

So, the sandwich and the beer get put on hold for a moment here.]

And touch me? And - be touched?

[accumulator]

[ He glances her way, a little furrow between his brows. ]

Skye, that parts not going to change. I want you. I will always want you. But I just need, a little of time to get my head in order. I'm not going to be able to touch you the same way. I'm not going to look the same. [ These things shouldn't worry them but he's being forward thinking. ] I have to figure that out. We both do. But we have the time.

[battleshipping]

I know - but it's why I'm asking. Because it's been a...[She lets out a bitter little huff,] really long time, and I keep wanting to constantly hug you.

Just, for the record - I think you look amazing. What with being not dead, and all.

[accumulator]

[ He smiles and puts his plate and beer down, opening up his arm. ]

Come here. [ He can hug her. He's sorry for making her feel that way. ]

[battleshipping]

[If you thought Thor was the incarnation of a golden retriever, you were wrong. Because, Skye.

She sets her plate and beer down too and slides on up to him, snuggling up without the need for further insistence from his side. She wraps her arms around his waist, and buries her nose in the collar of his shirt and it's so nice.]

[accumulator]

[ It is nice.

He can't believe he missed the feeling of her so much, the closeness. It pulls a content sigh from him. ] Better?

[battleshipping]

Mm. [Same sigh, this time from her. This is what coming home is like, this is what it's become for Skye. All their hugs have been goodbye hugs lately, and this one finally gets to be a welcome back one.]

Feel free to linger a lot.

[accumulator]

I haven't got anywhere to be.

If that helps.

[battleshipping]

Yeah, it's helping.

[accumulator]

Then we stay here for a while.

[battleshipping]

Hold on, I have a better idea. [Her idea is basically to pile both sandwiches onto her plate and sit back down into the nice little corner of the universe that is leaning back into his arms.

She looks up at him.] Seemed wasteful not to eat them.

[accumulator]

Innovative.

[ He reaches for one half of his sandwich. ] I knew I'd like having you around.

[battleshipping]

I know. I'm fresh and I keep you hip. [She'd nudge her hip against his if they were standing, but you get it.]

I knew you wanted me for my brain. On your team, I mean.

[accumulator]

Mm. It wasn't for your van.

[ He eats quietly after that, finishing off and licking his fingers clean before settling. His arm rests over her shoulder, hand on the back of the couch. ]

[battleshipping]

Clearly not, you let my baby get taken. [She is enjoying her end of the sandwich a little longer than him, tucked in comfortably. Eventually, it's gone too.]

For my quick fingers, right? You know -- about that first time we worked together. By the end of it? [She gives him a grin.] I was definitely flirting.

[accumulator]

[ Tutting slightly. ] Health and safety.

[ Moving to press his nose to her hair. ] You were?

[battleshipping]

[There, that's nice, she leans into that.]

Phil, I called you Charm School and asked you about your sex life. Come on. I do not care what everyone keeps insisting that I was projecting onto you, that's not what you do with the guy you think of as your paternal figure.