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[scarcastically]

. . . Guess I do.

[winscenario]

[ Jim does his very best to contain the beaming smile that threatens to stretch across his face. He holds Erik's hand in both his own, pressing his lips in. ]

Can I stay the night?

[ Yes, it's blunt and out of the blue, but well, that's him. ]

[scarcastically]

[ he blinks, surprised. ]

Yeah.

[ he shrugs. ]

You're already here, anyway. Make the most of it.

[winscenario]

[ His smile widens now, and he squeezes Erik's hand. ]

Yes. Something like that. Look at that, I'm already putting your wise advice into practice.

[scarcastically]

Just means you should listen to me more.

[winscenario]

Don't push it, now.

[ He pinches Erik's nose lightly. ]

[scarcastically]

Why not?

[ he swats it with a smile. ]

Seems like you can take it.

[winscenario]

[ Jim laughs, pulling his hand back. ]

You'd know, wouldn't you? Terrible.

[scarcastically]

I'm a good guesser.

[ while erik himself has trouble reconciling positive memories and emotions with himself, he's not so dense as to not grasp the human condition well. he had to be. ]

[winscenario]

[ It's not guessing so much as careful observation, and Erik's perceptive, Jim can tell that much. Jim's a pretty genuine person too, though, so it's not like he hides a lot of secrets, especially not from people he likes.

He downs the rest of his drink, then gets to his feet, tugging Erik along. ] Come on.

[scarcastically]

[ erik raises an eyebrow, but follows along. ]

Ready to hit the sheets?

[winscenario]

Yeah. I mean, we can keep talking in bed, if you want.

[ He caps the bottle again and leaves the glasses to clean later, then takes the lead and guides them both to Erik's room. He hasn't really brought pajamas with him so he just dresses down to his boxer briefs and t-shirt, since the room isn't that cold and Erik's warm to curl up against, anyway. ]

[scarcastically]

Sounds good to me. Conversation works anywhere.

[ he glances at jim. ]

But you do look beat. Not used to running your mind in circles.

[winscenario]

Maybe not used to it, but it's not a first for me.

[ But Erik's right. It has gotten to him, and he's feeling pretty exhausted right now. He falls on the bed with a sigh, shifting a little to make room for Erik to join him. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik slots himself in. ]

Well, take it easy.

[winscenario]

Not worried about me, are you?

[ Not that he'll complain if that's the case. He closes his eyes as he scoots closer, making himself comfortable against Erik's side. ]

I will. Promise.

[scarcastically]

I don't worry.

[ not really, not ever. but he does wrap an arm around jim. ]

[winscenario]

[ Maybe Erik means that. But Jim feels that arm wrapped around him and he thinks-- yeah, close enough. He just offers a vague hum at that, sleep finding him all too easily when he feels this comfortable and safe. ]