Carrying a man who is essentially thick slabs of muscle and bone strewn together to form one ambitious son of a bitch will take it's toll on your body. Asher's shoulders are already sore, as are his feet, a little blistered and beaten up from a few scuffles he had gotten into prior to running into his boyfriend. And yet despite the pain he is in and the aching desire to collapse into bed, when he softly removes Jin's arms from his shoulders and lays him atop the sheets, he is met with a peaceful image that justifies all of it.
The shaolin has fought sleep and lost a good deal of times, and he still resists, tossing and turning uselessly as Asher kneels down to quietly remove his shoes.]
Don't be such a butt, okay?
[His words have no real anger behind them, he is just tired.]
I gotta get these off or else you'll get the bed dirty.
No-- jus' need to close my eyes. Not done out there.
[Jin, on the other hand, is stubborn even half-clouded by sleep. He rolls over, as if moving to get out of the bed... but instead faceplants into the pillow, mumbling treacherously.
[It's almost cliche the sound he makes, loud and heavy and certainly audible. Jin's constant desire to wear himself thin in the face of danger isn't one of Asher's favorite things to deal with, but it is what makes the archer lovable- Despite his loud mouth and shitty attitude, he really does try.]
Dude.
[Jin's words have all the fight of a newborn baby taking a nap, and while his legs shift in protest just slightly, his body doesn't give Asher any trouble either.]
Out there is, like, at least a solid ten miles away.
[Asher raises a brow quizzically. He adopts a more whimsical tone, though his usual outlandish humor is dimmed by the weight tugging at his own eyelids.]
So, up? Or...
[Dark eyes watch Jin's hand fall.]
Down 'cause... It doesn't look like you're really goin' anywhere.
[A chuckle, not quite a laugh because even Asher is too exhausted to do so some days.
The bed itself is nicer than many they've come across in their travels. It's strange to think that Asher's notion of rest and suitable places to sleep has changed so much in the past year or so- Comfort, nighttime, quiet... Jin has been the constant through all of it, whether they were snuggled under clean linens or passed out concrete floors.]
C'mon.
[Asher slides in besides the other man, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of Jin's ear.]
[Jin stirs, but only just. His eyelids squeeze tightly, as if willing himself to open them wide again-- and he relaxes, breathing out a sigh through his nose.
He's got a weak spot. War, rebellion, catastrophe, the stability of the multiverse itself: all of it can wait, for at least a few hours, if it's Asher persuading him to take that rest.]
Wake me up in five, babe.
[He knows Asher won't. Not for a bunch of rebels who are miles away, and not when other members of their team are on call too. Somehow he's coming to terms with that even half-asleep, and he inches closer to the warmth in his bed.]
...fifteen.
[Maybe pretending to make the effort will count for something later.]
The rift closes behind them, and the mothership is gone. It's not like his world's portals: Hathaway's rifts are limited, so they can't be opened up again. Not on a whim. After working with ALASTAIR for so long, Jin knows this well, and still he has to war with the urge to whirl around or send a fleeting look back over his shoulder, to see the last eighteen-odd months of his life in his periphery one more time.
But S-F's walls are impenetrable plate. The dense metal of the base's walls is the only thing behind him now, the spots swimming in his eyes the only remnant from the light of the dimensional tear.
"So, Jin."
Gods. He'd almost forgotten that it was Johnny who'd been sent for him. There's an expression on Jin's face that's almost panicked when he claps a heavy hand on Jin's arm; Johnny's chuckling to himself as he jostles him back and forth by the shoulder. Frozen solid, he lets it happen.
"You have a good day at multiverse school? Did you learn somethin' new while you were there?"
That does something for him, or, at least, it chips through that ice. Gradually, the training room comes into active awareness around him, and every glowing screen and humming monitor and livewire-pulse of his own heartbeat, detected and read automatically by the mechanisms, registers in a stark, too-sharp focus.
Jin laughs, the wind gone out of it, his eyes unsmiling. "A little bit, yeah."
It's a small fucking mercy that this room's enclosed, because he feels a little bit like he's cracked straight down the middle.
"Jin? Hey---"
---
"Transit clear. Vitals on both men are stable, General." "Thank you, Sergeant Cage." "There's still some traces of particles from the realm he'd been in-- some sort of temporal disruption-- we still gotta send the science and medical teams in, just to make sure nothing's up with him?"
Johnny, on the video display above her, signals something with his hand. Sonya presses her lips together tightly, thinking.
"Give it a minute." "General?" "Maybe the readings on those particles will stabilize." "...Got it."
With several keyboard strokes and the flip of a switch, the display blinks once, fading near-instantaneously to black. Cassie's mouth twists into a frown.
"Takeda, your ass better be in this room in the next 30 seconds, I swear to God..."
---
"How long?
...
C'mon. Hey, hey. You did good, kid. No snot on the vest, okay?
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Carrying a man who is essentially thick slabs of muscle and bone strewn together to form one ambitious son of a bitch will take it's toll on your body. Asher's shoulders are already sore, as are his feet, a little blistered and beaten up from a few scuffles he had gotten into prior to running into his boyfriend. And yet despite the pain he is in and the aching desire to collapse into bed, when he softly removes Jin's arms from his shoulders and lays him atop the sheets, he is met with a peaceful image that justifies all of it.
The shaolin has fought sleep and lost a good deal of times, and he still resists, tossing and turning uselessly as Asher kneels down to quietly remove his shoes.]
Don't be such a butt, okay?
[His words have no real anger behind them, he is just tired.]
I gotta get these off or else you'll get the bed dirty.
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[Jin, on the other hand, is stubborn even half-clouded by sleep. He rolls over, as if moving to get out of the bed... but instead faceplants into the pillow, mumbling treacherously.
Muffled:] Friggin' ronin.
[But he is, at least, still for the moment.]
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Dude.
[Jin's words have all the fight of a newborn baby taking a nap, and while his legs shift in protest just slightly, his body doesn't give Asher any trouble either.]
Out there is, like, at least a solid ten miles away.
Let's chill for right now, okay? Jesus.
[something something blanket pulling]
Move over.
[in a tired mommy voice:]
I'll tuck ya in.
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Ngh.
[He'll never have it in him to actually resent Asher, but ten miles isn't that bad? for another hour or two???? it's fine.]
Don't, I'm good. Up in a sec.
[His hand moves to slap Asher's away, but all he accomplishes is dragging his hand over his partner's sluggishly. go the fuck to sleep jimbo]
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So, up? Or...
[Dark eyes watch Jin's hand fall.]
Down 'cause... It doesn't look like you're really goin' anywhere.
[A chuckle, not quite a laugh because even Asher is too exhausted to do so some days.
The bed itself is nicer than many they've come across in their travels. It's strange to think that Asher's notion of rest and suitable places to sleep has changed so much in the past year or so- Comfort, nighttime, quiet... Jin has been the constant through all of it, whether they were snuggled under clean linens or passed out concrete floors.]
C'mon.
[Asher slides in besides the other man, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of Jin's ear.]
I missed you.
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He's got a weak spot. War, rebellion, catastrophe, the stability of the multiverse itself: all of it can wait, for at least a few hours, if it's Asher persuading him to take that rest.]
Wake me up in five, babe.
[He knows Asher won't. Not for a bunch of rebels who are miles away, and not when other members of their team are on call too. Somehow he's coming to terms with that even half-asleep, and he inches closer to the warmth in his bed.]
...fifteen.
[Maybe pretending to make the effort will count for something later.]
coming home.
But S-F's walls are impenetrable plate. The dense metal of the base's walls is the only thing behind him now, the spots swimming in his eyes the only remnant from the light of the dimensional tear.
"So, Jin."
Gods. He'd almost forgotten that it was Johnny who'd been sent for him. There's an expression on Jin's face that's almost panicked when he claps a heavy hand on Jin's arm; Johnny's chuckling to himself as he jostles him back and forth by the shoulder. Frozen solid, he lets it happen.
"You have a good day at multiverse school? Did you learn somethin' new while you were there?"
That does something for him, or, at least, it chips through that ice. Gradually, the training room comes into active awareness around him, and every glowing screen and humming monitor and livewire-pulse of his own heartbeat, detected and read automatically by the mechanisms, registers in a stark, too-sharp focus.
Jin laughs, the wind gone out of it, his eyes unsmiling. "A little bit, yeah."
It's a small fucking mercy that this room's enclosed, because he feels a little bit like he's cracked straight down the middle.
"Jin? Hey---"
"Transit clear. Vitals on both men are stable, General."
"Thank you, Sergeant Cage."
"There's still some traces of particles from the realm he'd been in-- some sort of temporal disruption-- we still gotta send the science and medical teams in, just to make sure nothing's up with him?"
Johnny, on the video display above her, signals something with his hand. Sonya presses her lips together tightly, thinking.
"Give it a minute."
"General?"
"Maybe the readings on those particles will stabilize."
"...Got it."
With several keyboard strokes and the flip of a switch, the display blinks once, fading near-instantaneously to black. Cassie's mouth twists into a frown.
"Takeda, your ass better be in this room in the next 30 seconds, I swear to God..."
"How long?
...
C'mon. Hey, hey. You did good, kid. No snot on the vest, okay?
...
Hear me? You did good. I'm proud of you.
...
Wait, where the hell'd you get a sword?"