SATURDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL (The World)

[gluttoning]

[FOOTBALL NOISES

aka this for IRL football watching or any communications outside Fragment. Yay football. :)]

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[tylorific]

[ Tylor glances to Morgan as he goes on, eyes bright with fondness as he tries. His hand starts up its ministrations again, the slow moving circles of a thumb. Then, back to Bear, eyes still carrying the affection over. As if contagious, it stays as Bear speaks. ]

Yes, that's right. It was nice lying together on the grass, wasn't it? The breeze and the clouds?

[ His voice goes a little soft as he goes on. But there's no attemot to fight it now, not while he maintains a hand on the both of them. Only the one on Bear's chest is solid and unmoving and yet still an attempt at comfort all the same-- ]

We'll stay, so you don't have to miss us so much. And even if we nap now, you'll see us again.

[tinged]

[ hani doesn’t add anything about staying because they’re not. but they will come back.

their hand continues stroking him, slow and soothing. ]

You’re our Bear-kun, our Barrett. So even when you close your eyes, you’ll see us. And then when you open your eyes… [ they don’t finish that sentence; instead they slide their hand over his eyes. shh. ]

You can look for us in your dreams, and then tell us about them when you wake.

[tablescraps]

( Pensive again. Yeah, he's staying. Mithrun himself doesn't have a clear idea of how much, or for how long, but - eventually Barrett will come to. And - his thoughts pause there. He doesn't know what purpose he can serve by staying. Would it help Barrett at all, even? He isn't sure.

But he also thinks Barrett gets a little deep in his head, and not all his brothers know all of it. (And his past self may have gotten it out of him due to duress, so half that information probably isn't fairly Mithrun's, either, but he has it.) He just doesn't like the idea of leaving him alone, when he knows what football means to him. )

... We'll stay until you fall asleep. ( He's fine volunteering Tylor and Hani for this - he doesn't think they'd mind. ) I'll be back.

( Fortunately, visiting hours are limited or else he'd just do the most direct thing and curl up here like a scruffy cat. )

[gluttoning]

It was. Was real nice.

[Even if he only remember bits and pieces in the haze, color and texture and faces and feeling.

His eyes flutter underneath Hani's hand to his eyes, touch to his hair, his chest drawing in a slow breath, rising under Tylor's firm hand. His free hand lifts to blindly rest between the two touches occupying his body, while the other wrings a bit tighter against Morgan's fingers.]

...Don't wanna wake up alone. Don' wanna... mn...

[But the touch is warm and distracting, and the buzz of drugs lulls, and he can feel the spots start to dance and the sounds of the room start to pitch in and out in a fog. Unable to resist it, unable to understand why he might want to.

He hums again, wearily. A mumble at first. A dialogue, distant, to the wrong person in that moment of reality slipping as sleep takes over.]

--Hold my hand till we sleep, okay... kay... 'tll be okay, Booker--

[Both his hands tighten protectively, enough that the moments he slips back to sleep are more evident in how his grip finally goes slack than anything else.]

[tylorific]

[ There's a reach for the hand as it comes to rest between Hani and him. Gentle, but solid and warm, heart beat steady. Once his grip goes slack, Tylor leans down to shrug the bag off quietly as he can. As he rises, he leans ro whisper to Morgan. Do you want to stay and sit with him a while?

The responding nod is all he needs before he is lifting Morgan and setting him as softly, quietly as he can on the edge of the bed. Right beside Bear, asleep.

Tylor leans against the bed too, wordlessly rolling his shoulder from the soreness. Eyes glance to Hani, then to Bear. But they find roost on Bear's cast. He steps around Morgan to lean into the bed on his other side, nearly back to back so he can feel it if Morgan decides to topple.

He moves slow enough that it's clear he is making a pointed effort not to make any noise. Given enough time, eventually a cute lion is lounging right where Bear will see it when he wakes. Then a cute bunny joins the doodle on one side, on the other a wolf. He pauses, glancing to Hani, this time with a head tilt over deciding what to doodle them as.

Once that's settled, he caps his sharpie with another whisper, to no one in particular-- ]

See, now there's no way he'll wake up alone.

[tinged]

[ hani keeps their hand cupped over bear’s eyes until they know he’s slipped off somewhere meadow warm. and a moment more after that, because they don’t want him to see them leave. they would block his ears if they could, lest these words make it into his dreamland. ]

とり, a bird. So I can always fly back to you.

[ a fond glance at both morgan and justy, though somewhat muted. ]

I’m leaving. I didn’t want to tell him. But I’ll be back in a couple of days.

[ either they’ll arrange for someone to drive the rest of them back, or they can extend their hotel reservation. whatever morgan and justy want. ]

Will you… tell him? That I’ll be back like I promised?

[ that they'll be there when he wakes up. just… a little delayed. ]