Face the facts

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Who: James Watson and Helen Magnus
What: Post-loss stuff :3
When: Morning of April 5th
Where: Their hotel room in Castellia City
Rating: PG if that it's James and Helen :/

[If there is one thing James had missed it was sharing his bed with someone. Sure he had done so to some extent as the years went on but with his suit, well it had proven more and more difficult to deal with it. And frankly James usually found himself getting cold without someone with him (or he just piled more blankets on but then it made his life difficult to get out so it was a lose/lose situation).

So when he realized there was a body near him while he was half asleep, and that he was already close to them with his arm around them, he merely pulled them closer, all but burying his face, at least momentarily, into the person's hair. No he didn't ask who it was or why they were there. Being sleepy gave him the advantage of not asking those questions, so long as they didn't argue with him.]

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[ When Helen awoke - slowly, something trying to pull her back into sleep, a force stronger than any time she'd simply gone without sleep for an extended period of time - it wasn't hard to notice something was different. She'd become guarded over the years, too used to an empty bed than when that changed (even by choice) she noticed.

She felt the touch, the hold around her and had slid her hand further under pillow in search of her gun. Not finding it surprised her, worried her a little; the touch, the arm of someone around her may not have been unpleasant, may not have had malicious intent but without knowing why - or rather who - it was unsettling.

Turning her head, looking as much over her shoulder as she could under the grip, Helen blinked away the remnants of sleep, the vague sight (due to the awkward angle) of the person with her causing her surprise to deepen.

James. She was with James, and her mind was jumping, trying to work faster than she could actually process. Taking a mental deep breath Helen tried to steady herself, to slow her mind enough to think back as to why she was sharing a bed with him.

One. Two. She counted, using the pauses to slow herself, letting her head rest back onto her pillow.

James. Paradisa. She wasn't at home, it was clear enough by James' own presense, that and what she could remember. They'd argued, almost lost the other and had patched things up, although nothing that would have lead to this. And then... the next was patchy - there enough to not be fuzzy but not entirely clear; it felt more like a dream, one that she didn't want to work out alone.

Helen slowly moved her arm out from James' hold, resting her hand on his as she tried to move, to turn herself a little ]

James?

[ Helen spoke softly, not wanting to rouse him too quickly nor harshly - no one should have their sleep disturbed, particularly not one so peaceful, but she needed him awake ]

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[ His arm wasn't so tight around her that she couldn't roll over, however much James liked to cuddle against someone he wouldn't deny them that. And it was such an automatic thing to him, to even loosen the hold on the person, that he hardly roused at her moving.

Though waking him was an entirely different task. He had always been difficult to rouse, in part as he worked his body beyond even what the Source blood allowed him to do and in part because he was a naturally heavy sleeper. Especially when it was a peaceful sleep, one of the few times nothing bothered him and his mind was at rest to let him feel rested after sleeping.

Which was why he did the childish thing and shifted his head to bury it against whatever available part of Helen that he could while simultaneously attempting to pull the blankets over his head.]

Five more minutes please, darling. [The endearment slipped out naturally in a sleepy mumble, though judging by the way he was attempting to hog all of the blankets as well as using them to cover his head, five minutes was hardly going to be when he would wake up.]