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[Saul really, really has to wonder what the hell she's thinking.

Ditto for himself.

He frowns a little, knuckles skimming their way across her cheek.]

Well that's no good. You need some rest, Steph.

Edited 2013-09-03 12:34 (UTC)

[She has no idea what she's thinking.]

I dunno, Batman only sleeps like two hours a night and it hasn't killed him yet.

[Batman is not a good role model.]

A valid point, but I don't give a shit about Batman.

[Psh, Bruce Wayne. Fuck that guy.]

What kind of world would this be if we all modeled our behavior after his, huh?

[God, that - actually gets a laugh.]

It'd be really fucked up.

[Sorry Bruce, but he's not exactly a great person. A brilliant hero, but not a good person.]

[Again: Fuck. That. Guy.

Saul smirks. It's nice to hear her laugh.]

Exactly. We'd all have to wear one of those suits, too, and no one wants that.

I don't think the world could afford it. Those things cost about ten grand each.

[Welp.]

So not the point I was trying to make.

[He'd really like to know what prompted this visit, because it's weird, right? All she mentioned was finding out about Brock from Sonya. Something must be missing between that and her decision to come here, but Saul has a feeling it has something to do with Jesse and if there's one thing he doesn't want to do right now, it's talk about Jesse.

After a few seconds of playing with her hair, twisting and twirling a few locks between his fingers, he decides to ask something else.]

Do you have plans to sleep tonight, or...?

[She shrugs, almost apologetic, even though she doesn't even know what she's apologizing for. This was probably a bad decision, but after coming back from Jesse's all she could do was pace while her thoughts ran in circles.

She'd needed to see Saul, she'd needed him to know that she knew the truth. Maybe there's a part of her that was hping seeing him would bring her anger back, but it hasn't worked, and she's glad for that, mostly.

The question doesn't surprise her, but it makes her feel guilty.]

I don't know.

[She wants to ask to stay, but that's not fair to him, not when she knows how he feels about her.]

[She doesn't have to ask. That's where this was going, anyway. Or at least where Saul was going. He's thinking of it as returning a favor; she kept him company the other night when he needed her, after all.

So he scoots over, making room on the bed, and holds his hands up as if to say: No funny business, I promise.]

You don't want to sit on the floor all night. There's cat hair everywhere.

[Thank god.

That shouldn't be the first thought that runs through her head, but it's there and she's too tired to lie to herself.]

Are you saying I couldn't handle cat hair?

[But she's standing up anyway, easing off her sneakers and her hoodie, because it's a little damp from her trip here, leaving it dumped unceremoniously on the floor. She's left in leggings and a t-shirt, comfortable enough to sleep in, but they're also things she can walk around in and pretend she wasn't hoping he'd let her stay.

Which is why she came here, but now they've reached this point she hesitates, unsure exactly how to proceed. It was easier when Saul was just kind of - out of it, and all she had to do was fit herself against him. This is a bit different.

This is also really dumb. The fact that she's making such a big deal about it, and it's that thought that finally has her moving from standing beside the bed from flopping down onto her back. She's staring up at the ceiling, not quite close enough to be touching Saul but she also isn't actively trying to avoid him, either. She's just... trying to act like this is a perfectly normal situation.]

[So this is not at all how he expected things to play out between the two of them.

Like, ever.

His heart's been in his throat this whole time; when she climbs in next to him, it plummets straight down to his gut. That reaction alone is enough to almost make him laugh, because yeah, this is so dumb — but he doesn't.

Until he looks over at her and notices her expression, that is.

Saul isn't laughing at her. What he's laughing at — and really, it's more of a snicker — is the situation itself: how this whole stupid thing started in the first place, how ridiculous it all is, and... everything, pretty much. Kidnapped by people from the future and dropped into a war zone and six months later he's in bed with Batgirl, who made a conscious decision to show up here and do this.

What planet is this, again?]

[Steph punches him.

Not hard, really, she just hits his arm enough for him to know she heard that laugh and she knows what it's for.]

Shut up, McGill.

[That'll teach him.]

Edited (html pls) 2013-09-04 00:59 (UTC)

Sorry.

[He's not sorry. He's still laughing. Even harder, now, because when's the last time anybody called him that? At least he's making an effort to stifle his laughter by pressing his face against her arm, which means he's already nice and cozy, all cuddled up to her.

There are many dangers that come along with getting into bed with Saul Goodman; this is one of them.]

No you're not.

[But she sounds more like she's pouting than anything, and it's such a relief to break that moment of tension.]

Maybe I should've snuck into Remy's room instead.

[That definitely wouldn't have ended poorly.]

Or Lee's. Have you met him yet? He's a nice guy.

[And Saul's little lawyer-in-training.

...but also kind of an alcoholic.

He waves his hand toward the nightstand, grumbling faintly and burying his face between her arm and the pillow.]

Get the light.

I haven't. Don't you know I only hang out with vigilantes and criminals?

[Guess which category Saul falls into.

Maybe it's too soon for a joke like that, but humour is one of her default coping mechanisms.

She's just... gonna turn off the lamp and hope he doesn't take that badly.]

[Saul goes very, very still.

And now that it's dark and he can be properly dramatic, he drops his voice to a whisper and asks:] When did you figure it out?

[The stillness makes her worry, but he doesn't sound like he's being serious, so she moves just a little, enough that she's facing him a bit more. He probably can't see her frysquinting at him in the dark, but maybe he'll just know the expression is there anyway.]

Figure what out?

[saul pls]

[No, he's not being serious at all. He really wants to make up a vigilante alter ego right here, right now, but it's too late-earth and he's too tired. Maybe next time.

He yawns.]

C'mon, like you haven't always suspected I'm really a vigilante? Like I'm not total superhero material? I can lift a car up, you know. Or not a car, I guess, since I haven't seen one of those around here, but... something else really heavy...

[That makes her laugh, a quiet chuckle as she considers punching him again, but that might be a bit much.]

Just 'cause you can lift up something else really heavy - [excuse her while she mocks his tiredness a little] - doesn't make you a vigilante.

[Really Saul.]

If Booster Gold ever shows up here, remind me to introduce you. You'd either hate each other or get on like a house on fire.

[Actually maybe she shouldn't, Saul and Booster might be a terrible combination.]

But I totally could be.

[He totally could be!]

Like you haven't thought about me in one of those uniforms? Please, Steph.

[And now he's just straight-up nuzzling her arm and kissing it every so often.]

So who's Booster Gold?

[Oh god she chokes on her laughter and has to bury her face in the pillow because she feels mean about how hard that's making her laugh.

Saul no.

She hasn't ever thought about him in one of those uniforms.

It takes about a minute before she can actually form a coherent sentence again, and she decides to just ignore that part of the conversation for her own sanity.]

He's a superhero back home, does the whole media circuit thing. [He's a media whore, is what she's saying.] Even has his own cologne.

[It smells awful, but you know.]

[It's difficult, trying to pout when her laughter is so contagious.

Damn it, Batgirl.]

He sounds like an asshole.

[And he's joking about that, too, because Saul can see very clearly why Steph might think he and this Booster guy would want to set houses on fire together.

...wait. That's not what she said, is it?]

Batman - the second one - likes him, so he can't be that bad.

[She sounds kind of skeptical, but that's because she's only ever seen the showman side of Booster, but if Dick works with him there must be a competent hero underneath all the flash.

Kind of like how there's a competent lawyer and a decent person underneath Saul's flashy persona.]

Then I'll reserve my judgment until I can smell him myself.

[No, he's not really sure what he's talking about anymore.]

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