vanillajello | Room 324, Saturday Morning

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Room 324, Saturday Morning

Kate had... kind of intended to spend the night alone. That had been the original plan, at least, before a miniature freakout and being a fabulous fake and having to stand the sight of Caroline and ugh. Yet another plan of Kate's that had not gone quite as she'd originally thought it would.

She'd figure out how she felt about that later, maybe. Because right now she was still asleep, clinging to Nathan with an arm and a leg over him, pressed close against him despite the blankets spread over them. That was just her thing, minor neediness slipping out when she wasn't conscious enough to control it. It was a lot like another morning a month or so ago, probably, except they were presently decidedly more lacking in clothes and knew each other better in whole new ways.

And Fandom was being Fandom again, but that was not for them to know yet. They'd find out soon enough.

[ooc: Just for that one guy, and for that other smaller guy who'll cause a whole lot of emo despite being adorbs, and then probably that third guy with some more emo.]

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"Very good," he said, reaching out to give Dorian's head an appreciative pat for that. "I'm sure she appreciated that."

Especially since she hadn't been alone. Bod's heart ached at that and he had to rub it to try and get the pain to ease.

"Sh'told me not to kick down the door," Dorian shared, rolling around once or twice on the bed. He was not that good at the proper lazy thing yet. "And then she asked me if I knew who the guy was."

There was the sound of the shower from the bathroom.

"Aw, now she's gonna take forever to come out again!"

Oh, little Dorian, it wasn't nice to break your dad's heart without meaning to. Bod had to rub his chest again, trying to get that ache to go away before Dorian noticed or Kate emerged.

"I'm sure she knows you're out here so she won't take too long," Bod said, smiling down at him. "She wouldn't want to miss spending time with you. She's really the absolute best person to have a mother, Dorian, so don't doubt her."

"Best mum in the world," Dorian said, like it was a fact. It had been presented to him as such, yes. "But she's a giiiirl and they take foreeeeeever in the shoooower."

You could tell just how forever by how much he drew those words out. He flopped down on his side, reaching for Bod's hand. "And Alice says thas because girls need to pretty up."

"Alice might have a point," Bod said, taking Dorian's small hand in his and enveloping it easily. "Are you going to be taking a nap?"

"No," Dorian said, but there was no guarantee of that being true. "Mum says Alice never has a point."

Big surprise.

"Well, your mum and Alice don't get along," he said, stroking his thumb along Dorian's hand and watching the boy lay there. "Just make sure you mind and respect both of them. They both deserve it."

"I knooow." Dorian rubbed his eyes with his free hand. Sleepiness was so sneaky. "Shawna too, you say so."

As if he was going to be able to say Shoshana, please.

"I'm right," he said, not able to contain a smile now at how easily Dorian was falling asleep. "Go to sleep, Dorian. If me and your mum decide to do anything, I'll wake you up. I'm right here."

It was a comfy bed! It smelled a little weird, like mommy and someone else, but even that didn't throw him off this path to sleep he'd somehow ended up on. Neither did the sound of the shower stopping, either.

"'M not sleepy," he murmured, eyes closed. "'M not."

Yeah, and how many times had Bod heard that before?

"Of course you're not," he said, snickering quietly. "I'll see you when you wake up, Dorian. Have a good nap. Dream sweet dreams."

Dorian muttered something in reply, probably a protest of some sort, but it was muddled because sleep was winning. He just happened to be every last bit as stubborn as his mother.

The local version of whom was still doing stuff in the bathroom, in no way hiding out.

Bod kept his hand around Dorian's and made sure to be quiet so he wouldn't wake him up from his sudden nap. It had been an exciting morning and he was young. The nap was deserved.

Of course, now things might get REALLY awkward but Bod was trying to prepare himself.

So, Kate had taken a shower, and she'd done her very best not to fall apart, and now the shower was done and she would've looked stupid had she stayed hidden for longer, so she came out again.

She hadn't really planned her little bathroom trip, so she hadn't thought to grab a shirt to change to. But at least now she'd tucked the hem under her skirt and rolled the sleeves up so that it looked a lot more like a quirky fashion thing and less like she'd just grabbed someone else's shirt by accident.

Though it was still someone else's shirt. She felt somewhat sorry about that, but didn't want to feel sorry about it because she still thought some of the flowers had been from Bod and her feelings had been stung by that. Which was also something she didn't want to be feeling, but anyway.

She avoided looking at him, choosing to fix her gaze on Dorian instead. She looked almost a little disappointed to find the boy asleep, and she didn't say anything.

Awkwaaard.

"He fell asleep," Bod said, still refusing to look anywhere near her. He just kept his eyes on Dorian and kept rubbing his thumb against the child's soft skin. It was a great distraction and he felt a little bad using Dorian as that.

"He thought you'd take awhile in the shower," he explained, rubbing one of his eyes. "He was telling me about things Alice and Shawna say."

Dorian probably didn't mind. Being a great distraction got him comfort in his sleep.

"Shawna?" Kate wondered a little flatly, not because she wasn't interested but because she really, really didn't know how to act or what to sound like around him. She took a few steps closer, eyes on their son – as messed up as it was to think of the boy as such. "Think that means Shoshana?"

"That's what I'd guessed," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "I didn't ask for clarification because he was falling asleep quite fast. Like mother, like son there. He's probably just had too much excitement this morning and needs to recharge."

"Probably. Definitely been a lot of excitement." Ruining her morning. She'd so expected to spend it sleeping in, and then possibly making fun of whatever faces Nathan may have pulled the night before. But no, she got all this instead.

Dorian was adorable though, and coming closer she reached to gently stroke the boy's hair a few times. "He can sleep. He'll probably be here at least through the weekend, anyway."

"Probably," he said and continued staring down at his lap, at the floor, anywhere. "I'm sorry he interrupted your morning."

At least he managed not to sound too bitter or too sad. "Seems like it was a long night. You probably needed the sleep just as much as he currently does."

"Mm." That really was the only response she had that wasn't bitter or hurtful, either intentionally or not. She studied Dorian, tilting her head to the side. "Think they've told him he's named exclusively after dead people?"

Technically, she supposed that counted as outing Mitchell, but then he'd told her she could tell Bod if she wanted to. Before.

The implication of that sentence occurred to him quickly and he shook his head. "Not all the Dorians are dead."

He was still alive, after all. "Just the important ones."

How was it that Kate's first instinct still was to argue that if he was counting himself as a Dorian then not all the important ones were dead? She didn't go with it, either way.

"You know what I meant," she said, mildly, instead.

"Of course," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "I know everything."

That was a little sarcastic and he closed his eyes and shook his head. "I apologize. I'm just overwhelmed right now."

"It's a lot," Kate replied, with some sympathy or something like it edging her voice. "I know. It's Fandom." She brushed her fingers against Dorian's hair a couple more times, absently, and sounded a little more business-like when she spoke again. "How are we gonna go about this?"

Edited 2011-02-13 11:52 (UTC)

"Go...about this?" Bod repeated, glancing over at her for the barest of seconds. "What do you mean?"

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