Two Ships [rp for neverwrongagent]

[posterboymarine]

After the call, he'd said he would stay put. And he did, right until he got word of where she was coming in. Then he throw his things back into his bag and made his way to the nearest Couch Canada station. He took the bus and found the cheapest motel he could. He got a room on the backside of the building, and he waited.

He tried to sleep, something he'd been mostly unable to do since he'd called her. But every time he closed his eyes, he imagined he felt the burner phone vibrate and he jerked awake. Finally, he just gave up and turned on the TV. It didn't manage to hold his interest, at all, but it was background noise.

With that noise quieting the doubts in his head, he waited.

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[posterboymarine]

He slowly leaned back into her hand and nodded. "You are fixing the right ones." And he really believed that. He needed her to know he believed that, believed in her. And that, alone, kept him going.

"I can't help what I think about, Carrie. I can only help what I do."

[neverwrongagent]

She wasn't sure he did believe that, but she could only help that with what she did, too. "Then I guess we need to get you doing helpful things? Things that make it easier."

The cabin was supposed to be that.

[posterboymarine]

The cabin would be that. He pressed his lips to her hair. "When the sun comes up, we'll go looking. Probably time to move anyway."

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded slowly, letting the moment pass into practical matters. It was what they did that counted. "I'll help you find the new place. Get you settled. I can stay that long."

[posterboymarine]

After another moment he fully re-engaged with her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. "Thank you."

[neverwrongagent]

She curled right up against him gratefully, snuggling in close and groaning with surprising pleasure for as tense as everything was. "You're welcome." She swallowed hard and whispered against his neck. "Thank you." Thank you for not leaving me, for not leaving with no word.

[posterboymarine]

He would have never left her in the dark, had he made that choice. He would have left word that she was free. That they both were. But he was still there and neither of them were free.

"Sleep."

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded, then shifted again slightly so she could stay right against him. Sleep would be good. They could reset themselves before doing anything else. And probably eat. "Sleep."

[posterboymarine]

With another long exhale, he closed his eyes. He could sleep, again. He could, given the opportunity, sleep for a week. As long as she didn't leave in the interim.