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[It kinda smells like death too but he won't point that out right this moment that he can smell her breath from a few feet away. See, he's such a gentleman.]

Pity? Who said anything about pity, kid?

[It's habit for him, to call people kid even if they're just a day younger than him. It's nothing personal though she'll undoubtedly take it as an insult, the way she's spitting fire at him.]

And even if we did, who said that you don't need it?

[ good thing she ended up on his couch and not someone else's; even raleigh'd probably say something stupid and then there'd be blood and curses and there weren't usually travel tooth brushes in holding cells. though still, she is most certainly not a kid. young, maybe, but smart, and she certainly feels like she's experienced four or five too many hardships to be considered a kid.

the immaturity is just a... yeah, a side effect. blame the kaiju blue or something. ]

I don't want to inconvenience you, then. I'm sure you have press conferences to do, or pictures to sign — and believe it or not, I can order room service and watch television by myself, in my own room, without you.

[Yancy can tell this is like hitting against a brick wall that is learning how to hit punch back and he's really not sure if he has the energy this early in the morning to keep on fighting with someone that he just met the night before.

(Of course he does because Yancy Becket is a mother hen, there's a picture of him in the dictionary next to that word, and he can't help but want to help people and take their problems on as his own)]

Then do it. Or stay here and run up the tab in Raleigh's name. I'm going to take a shower.

Fine, [ she snaps with some incredibly misdirected bitterness, and pointedly doesn't look at him while he removes himself to shower.

she doesn't leave either. for all her big talk, chuck doesn't want to go back to her own room unless she absolutely has to. she thinks about it, of course, because she'd said she was leaving. but when she stands up to actually head towards the door, she gets distracted by one of the bomber jackets, running her fingers along the thick leather and eventually putting it in because, really, who gets a chance to wear their idol's clothes (and of those few, how many are actually creepy enough to do so? chuck hansen, that's who.)

she's back on the bed, sprawled across the foot of the queen mattress and clicking through news stations (all covering the conference, wow big surprise there) and idly chatting with room service. ]

— yeah, tea. Earl Grey, I guess. Have you got mint? ...tummy time? Fucking stupid name, but I'll take it. ...um, do you have soup options, I want — ...oh okay, just bacon and scones. [ she waves at yancy without looking at him whenever the bathroom door opens. ] And can I have a tooth brush?

[Luckily (or not so) for her, Yancy had the foresight to bring his clothes into the bathroom with him and not wander around in a towel like he usually does when the only other person he has to worry about being around is Raleigh or a one night stand and it's just the former and the latter is definitely welcome to take the towel off.

He's pretty sure that Chuck Hansen is not legal so maybe she stays away from his towel.

But his not his jacket, apparently. Yancy stares at her, crossing his arms over his chest.]

You want my wallet too?

[ damn him and his foresight. ]

No, that's okay. [ he looks very pretty with his hair wet and face flushed from the hot shower, however; which she discovers when she cranes her neck back to look at him upside down. and smirk. ] They're charging it to your room tab, so I don't need it. What's that, Sandra? Yeah, that's everything, thanks.

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