But she can't really complain, since it's her fault this time.]
Yeah. [She smiles back, before ducking her head with a laugh. She just can't help it.] You've set the bar pretty high, though. Better start planning for Christmas.
She's anticipating a future. Christmas is two whole months away; that's a long time. She must know Saul is terrified of losing her — she woke up to find him clinging to her in the middle of the night enough times while they were in Chicago to have gotten the hint — and most days, he can't go without wondering how long this will last. It's in his nature to go looking for the expiration date on things, to anticipate the moment when whatever's going right will go wrong. He likes to be prepared.
[She wrinkles her nose at him again, looking like she's tempted to throw something, but luckily the only things she has on hand is a coffee mug and Mike.]
She drains the dregs of her coffee, before gently nudging Mike out of her lap and rising to her feet, so she can set her mug down next to Saul's. Then she sits down beside him, turned so she's facing him, her smile warm and expression a little expectant, waiting for his next move.]
Cue the wrinkle of his nose as Mike makes a small, protesting noise, and stalks off to situate herself on Remy's bed. It's a new favorite spot of hers; maybe she's mad at Saul for focusing so much of his attention on Steph lately.
Or maybe she's just being a cat.
Cats, man.
Once Steph is on the bed, Saul's next move is to cup her chin and lightly kiss her.]
Saul wriggles back a little, wishing this bed were big enough for the both of them. Not that he has objections to needing to be so close to her, but...]
they acted like dogs. my mate's step-dad could turn into a dog so i figured that that was what it was, except … different, obviously. kind of like how you can travel through time but there's different powers out there. one where you can come back and one where it's a dead end. figured it was like that.
[ alisha doesn't really feel bad since one did try and attack her. but maybe she's being more understanding than she's letting on. having something you can't control … sounds oddly and scarily familiar. ]
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