is there room for one more sun? //closed

[pursuitofcappiness]

Who: Anna, Tony & Steve
What: Tony is an idiot!!!! More specifically, he fell into some rocks and Anna's bringing him home.
When: Evening, Day 19
Warnings:

It's been sort of a day of healing, of recuperation and figuring out where to go next. Aside from the worry, it's been a good day. Steve thought he'd go fishing and then spend the day at the library trying to figure something out about this place, all the things in the woods, maybe clues... But he's home now, washing dishes and humming a catchy song he'd heard on the radio...

He thinks about frequencies, whether or not anyone's been able to send out a signal. And maybe they can patch out a distress call and hope someone picks up. It's a long shot, but it's a decent idea if they can get it to work. He busies himself with these thoughts and checks his wristwatch. He thinks about making a call. As he dries off the dishes, he decides he'll write a note instead and leave it somewhere visible-- Dinner's in the oven, went to library, call if you need me.

When he gets to the living room to get a slip of paper, he thinks he can hear someone coming up the road. It's silly to think it's even someone coming here, but for some reason, he gets the nagging feeling to look through the window and see who it is-- when he does, he throws open the door and runs outside. He hasn't even gotten the chance to put his shoes on and he has an odd sinking sensation in his gut that reminds him of another time and another place.

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[afallenstar]

A slow smile spreads over her face at Steve's offer, small but strikingly genuine all the same, and she just gives him a small nod as she turns the cup around in her hand, and after a moment or two of quiet she nods. She's not sure what it is about his offer that touches her so much, because she's sure he won't be better by the morning so it definitely can't be the offer of breakfast. She just settles down more comfortably in her chair, and it's about then that she realises that she's really invested in these two being okay. Aside from a few exceptions she's kept mostly to herself since arriving at the town, mostly to protect herself but also because the few people that she knows from home aren't the ones that she remembers - or else they're just too much of a reminder of what she used to be.

Tony and Steve on the other hand, come completely history free, and it's a chance at a clean slate. She can pretend for a little while around them, and it's nice, comforting, and she has believed for a long time now that she wasn't going to get that again. Selfish as it is, untrustworthy as she's being, that brief reprieve and moments of normal are a relief when every moment is spent resenting her existence.

"I might have to take you up on that." She's not going to sleep, even if she could she has bigger priorities at hand right now and that's keeping these two safe, but that doesn't mean she can't stick around a while anyway. For once she's glad that she doesn't share their needs for rest, someone has to look after them after all. It might as well be her. Setting the cup down on the floor in front of her, she glances at Tony with a soft smile before leaning forward, propping her elbows on the bed and resting her chin in her hands.

"I think he's asleep," that comment is softer, quieter, and she pokes Steve's arm gently, "You should do the same. I'll still be here in the morning."

[pursuitofcappiness]

He sighs in relief that she agrees to stay, because he knows he's not in any sort of shape to do anything right now but danger seems to be a recurring subject and for some reason, he feels that if she stays here, that if anything were to happen, at least he'd be here. Come nine circles of hell or scientists, he'll stand up and drive them as far as they'll go. For all the loss he's suffered, it never does get any easier.

"I'll get some sleep if you do," he offers, knowing that she might not. He knows that of all of them, she deserves it the most. And he knows that he might not be better in the morning, but he'll have a whole new chance to act like he is. They've all got work to do and he's got a breakfast to make.

He needs to wait until she leaves anyway, because the sheets are still damp and they smell like the ocean, and when he closes his eyes he feels the vertigo slam into him and the drag of the sand on his face. It smells sharp and acrid like gunfire so he busies himself looking at the glow that seems to surround Anna from his altered state. The fear in his eyes looks like worry, so there's nothing terribly suspect about that.