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[hiruma sits.

no tease about withholding, no time taken to dwell on the tug at his hip, and no smart-aleck remark. hiruma simply stoops to avoid cracking his head on the wood and folds a leg onto the comforter before he settles, perching sideways on the edge of the cot. fingers reach for jesse's wrist, pulling that hand away from his shirt with a small squeeze.]

Yeah, I will.

[it's one thing to keep someone company, but it's another to comfort them—he's sorely lacking at the latter, but jesse doesn't want to be alone (and neither does he). it's their responsibility to guard each other, now, whether that's from people or night terrors. it doesn't matter if he's unaccustomed to it or not; whether it's sappy or not.]

Just lie down and don't hog all the damn space.

[His second year into Haven, this is normal. He doesn't bother to fight it or second-guess it-- this is how they survive, this is how they keep going.

By drinking in that flood of relief when Hiruma, a familiar presence he can trust, perches next to him. Jesse slides his palm down and squeezes his friend's. They like to throw up a certain amount of bravado and bullshit, as per their personalities, but it's clear that this is a moment they're both succumbing to.

He's grateful to Hiruma for the clear communication, the clear message. He shifts down onto his side and under the covers, facing the outside, leaving as much space as he can on the small surface area.]

Y'know, ever since you got us these comforters-- [Oops, was that something Hiruma was still denying?] Sleeping's been easier.

[when thin fingers return his own gesture, some of those frayed nerves about this past month seem to knit up, making his resolution to do this that much stronger. hiruma only lets go as jesse sinks down to do what was suggested; he'll get some rest like this, no doubt.

and when he flips back the comforter their topic turns to, crawling in with a bed-rattling drop onto his back, hiruma snorts sharply at being outed aloud.]

It kept you all from bitching when I moved in, didn't it?

[he gives jesse a side-long glance, lips a thin line as he tries not to smirk outright (a losing battle). he knows they both hide a great deal to save face, but it's fun to learn of the things they kept from one another when their trust was still on the fence. hiruma wonders if he should let him in on some of the things he's learned; some of the times he's fondly preserved.]

Consider it a present for a present.

[Jesse tosses onto his side and shoots his friend a knowing and amused look. Back pressing to the wall, immediately he feels calmer. Something about sharing these shitty cots makes the stress about their chaotic environment bleed away. It took him too long to figure that out, but now that he has this knowledge, he's never backtracking.]

What present?

[Mumbled automatically without thinking.]

Admit it. You just had to be in my block. Couldn't stand bein' anywhere else, could ya.

[Slurred sleepily.]

Don't get cocky now, that was a toss-up between a couple of idiots. You simply happened to be the less stunned of the two.

[he has to look over at that sleepy goading, reaching up to pinch jesse's nose closed with an index finger and thumb. there's a wicked little squeeze.]

I didn't think you'd show for February's fire. Wasn't exactly a conventional party, what with the ass-kicking and hand immolation we got, but it was fun.

[letting up a bit, hiruma smirks.]

Right?

[How dare you. In the middle of a soft chuckle when his nose is nabbed, it turns the sound into a garble. He's about to protest more, but Hiruma's follow-up explanation leaves him pausing to try and fit the pieces together.]

I-- [Wow that's a nasal voice. Jesse huffs and tugs Hiruma's hand away at the wrist.] Wait, a party? Don't tell me that was your birthday or somethin'.

[Yeah, it was fun. More fun than it had any right to be. The smile he's wearing says so.]

Ah, you figured it out. Your IQ must be well over sixty.

[eyebrow raising with his taunt, hiruma sniffs with a great deal of amusement. it'd been at the end of his first full month in haven, yet it still turned out better than his last two birthdays. irony at its finest.]

I was right to trust you.

[He scoffs-- not at the insult, at the revelation.]

Seriously? It really was?

[February... what was the date? He can't recall.]

One hell of a way to celebrate. We're just gonna have to do it again next year.

[if there is a next year.

despite the dreary thought of a no doubt harrowing future, hiruma returns jesse's refreshing (surprising) optimism with a slow smile, fingers flexing under the touch at his wrist.]

That's not impossible, per say, but don't tell me yours has passed? We'll have to cause twice the trouble.

[He keeps that wrist pinned, although he's not sure why. Jesse watches forward with eyes lidded from exhaustion. When he cottons onto what's been said, he ducks his head a bit in a poor attempt to hide a growing grin.]

Nah. Mine's in September. Coming up, I guess...

[He can't believe how long he's been in Haven. He knows there's a greater chance of one or both of them being in storage this time next year. In this quiet little space it's easier, necessary, to pretend otherwise.]

Who says we can't still cause twice the trouble?

Five months, huh.

[a low whistle. he can do it, if it comes down to staying that long—optimally, if things go their way, yao will keep making mistakes enough for them to get a handle on thing, or access to whatever mechanism drew them here. michaelis warned him that much effort was expended in bringing them here, and being sent back wasn't exactly a priority for them.

he knows it's a stretch, but one who doubts everything gets nothing.]

It's a date, then.

[loftily said, as presumptuous as always. chaos has always been a favourite activity of hiruma's, and the firm pulse under the hand on his wrist stands a testament to that.]

However, you can't cause a quarter of the fucking trouble without a few hours of sleep. Our schedule doesn't stop, even if you've get gross bags under your eyes. Keep that in mind, Pinkman.

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