[He'll ignore that if she ignores the way he holds her there after she's done the thing he's ignoring...!]
Good. Because that sucked. It's not like I thought they were gonna kill me, but — [And here his voice drops, a little, and he sounds tired.] I don't know what they're planning. Or what they were trying to do with us. They must've known you and the others would come, right? They must have noticed something was wrong with their systems before everyone broke in...
[When he starts sounding like a kicked puppy, it's time for sleep. But he doesn't want her to leave and he doesn't want her to stay, so maybe if he just remains conscious...
[Mike seems to agree with Steph, mewing at Saul once Steph sets her down beside the couch.
Steph, meanwhile, heads to the linen closet and grabs a blanket, bringing it back to toss over Saul. She rests a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before pulling back.]
Goodnight, Saul.
[And if he has nothing else to say, she's going to let herself out, making sure the door locks behind her.]
So what if he wakes up with a stiff neck? The UE mattresses were worse.
As soon as the blanket's over him, he curls up, stifling a yawn against the fabric. The last thing he says is an incoherent mumble, but Steph wouldn't be far off the mark at all if she guessed he just said "night."
Poor Saul. He's so tired the kiss on his cheek didn't even register, nor did the hand on his shoulder. Just give him a few hours — he'll remember it after he wakes up.]
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[He'll have to thank Lee later. And maybe warn him to never let Steph take Mike anywhere, lest they never see her again.
It's a legitimate concern, okay.]
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[She's more than willing to cheat or fight dirty, including taking Mike while Saul isn't around to protect her.]
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So much for trying to teach Mike to be Steph's nemesis. Look at how well that worked!
He sighs and drops his head back against the couch cushion.]
Note to self: Never get kidnapped again.
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I won't let it happen.
[She already let him down once.]
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Good. Because that sucked. It's not like I thought they were gonna kill me, but — [And here his voice drops, a little, and he sounds tired.] I don't know what they're planning. Or what they were trying to do with us. They must've known you and the others would come, right? They must have noticed something was wrong with their systems before everyone broke in...
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[It hadn't been too hard to figure it out, not when she heard talk of people coming up against those strange versions of the Masked.]
And I think they might be too arrogant to even consider something like us coming for you.
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[It feels weird, being able to say "us" and include himself in that.]
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[So there's... that]
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[Well, then.
Saul doesn't know what to say to that or how to process any of this at all. He needs sleep. He needs to go talk to Effie.
What he does instead is lift his head and turn slightly, pressing a kiss to Steph's shoulder.]
You should go see Ashraf — he can heal your leg.
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It's not that bad, and I'm sure he's pretty tired after everything. He doesn't need me bothering him for a quick fix.
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[He's insisting.]
Please.
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[She feels a little weird about using magic.]
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[She'd really rather not, especially not when she's feeling comfortable and safe and warm.]
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[When he starts sounding like a kicked puppy, it's time for sleep. But he doesn't want her to leave and he doesn't want her to stay, so maybe if he just remains conscious...
Easier said than done.]
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Eventually:]
You should get some sleep.
[She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, before drawing away completely, carefully scooping up Mike as she gets to her feet.]
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[His voice is a murmur, and as soon as she's up, he flops onto his side. He's sleeping on the couch tonight.
Blearily:] Don't take my cat.
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Saul!
[She's totally going to take his cat.]
Go to bed!
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He grumbles and waves a hand at her, pressing his face against the cushion.]
I am!
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[Mike seems to agree with Steph, mewing at Saul once Steph sets her down beside the couch.
Steph, meanwhile, heads to the linen closet and grabs a blanket, bringing it back to toss over Saul. She rests a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before pulling back.]
Goodnight, Saul.
[And if he has nothing else to say, she's going to let herself out, making sure the door locks behind her.]
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So what if he wakes up with a stiff neck? The UE mattresses were worse.
As soon as the blanket's over him, he curls up, stifling a yawn against the fabric. The last thing he says is an incoherent mumble, but Steph wouldn't be far off the mark at all if she guessed he just said "night."
Poor Saul. He's so tired the kiss on his cheek didn't even register, nor did the hand on his shoulder. Just give him a few hours — he'll remember it after he wakes up.]