doctormagnus | (no subject)

She's still not entirely certain how ghoul-hunting in an allegedly haunted Vermont city got them crammed into the back of a cab in New York City with a driver who reeks of marijuana and cheetos and has horrible taste in music, but... here they are.

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From:

w_zimmerman

"Is there a reason we're discussing this?"

From:

doctormagnus

"Well, the last time a man told me he'd do something for me even if he wouldn't like it happened about a decade ago. And I'll leave it at that."

From:

w_zimmerman

"I did not need to know that..."

From:

doctormagnus

"I'm going to shower now."

She smirks and heads for the bathroom, peeling off her shirt once the door is halfway shut.

From:

w_zimmerman

Swallowing hard, Will turns on the television and tries not to think about... anything.

From:

doctormagnus

She cranks up the hot water and enjoys a nice, long shower. Once she's finished, she towels off and slides into a hotel-provided robe and pads out into the room, hoping their food has arrived.

From:

w_zimmerman

The food is laid out on the table, untouched, and Will is snoozing in the bed.

From:

doctormagnus

She smiles warmly at that and climbs onto the bed with a couple of takeout containers and two pairs of chopsticks. She doesn't have the heart to wake him, but thinks the enticing aroma may be enough to do that on its own.

She turns the TV on quietly to a nature documentary and eats her noodles.

From:

w_zimmerman

Will wakes up slowly, mumbling in confusion to find himself not alone in bed. "Wh... oh. Hi," he greets her with a drowsy smile, slowly sitting up. "Good shower?"

From:

doctormagnus

"Very good." She presents him with a takeout container and chopsticks. "Good nap?"

From:

w_zimmerman

"I didn't mean to fall asleep. Was I out long?"

From:

doctormagnus

"I'm not sure. I took a long shower, so presumably during that time." She slurps up some noodles and nods to him. "Eat up. It was a demanding day."

From:

w_zimmerman

Will digs into his food, looking thoughtful. "We're going to have to start all over tomorrow..."

From:

doctormagnus

"Which is why we need our strength. Was there something else you wanted to watch?"

From:

w_zimmerman

"No, a documentary is fine," he assures her, digging into the food. "Do you think we'll find him?"

From:

doctormagnus

"I hope so, but one can never be sure. The amount of open case files I have on abnormals is immense."

From:

w_zimmerman

"What we need is a Cold Case Squad..."

From:

doctormagnus

"If you would like to organize that in all the spare time you have..."

From:

w_zimmerman

"It couldn't hurt. Noncombatants, mostly, who can do research, conduct interviews. People who are eager to help but unsuited for dangerous field work. Once they get hard leads, they can refer them back to us..."

From:

doctormagnus

She chuckles. "It's not a bad idea, Will, I just worry you won't have the time to head it up."

She leans over and peers into his takeout container.

From:

w_zimmerman

"I don't know. All that time I don't have to dedicate to keeping things stable with Abby any more..."

Chuckling, he dips his chopsticks into the container, coming up with some food and bringing it to her lips.

From:

doctormagnus

She smiles a bit timidly and takes a bite, moaning. "Want to trade for a bit?" she asks, offering her container.

From:

w_zimmerman

"I suppose that's only fair," he agrees, smiling and swapping containers with her. He doesn't tell her that it's nice, just relaxing with her like this, but he hopes she knows that he thinks so...