08-19-2013, 09:08 AM
In the dark, or the half-dark, Hawksley's mouth twitches to the side at Sera's answer, which is hugs. He is propped up on his elbows on the far side of the bed, and though the decision has not yet been made that the three of them are going to pile together in bed, he seems to be waiting for it.
Ah: there it is. And even though Sera has a king-sized bed, Hawksley goes ahead and scoots a bit, makes sure there's room for both women, and lifts up the sheet as Sera is climbing back in. Of course she'll go in the middle; that, too, seems to go without saying. And while he pulls the covers back, Sid is the one to tug them back up, making that wry tilt to Hawksley's mouth return. He waits for them both to settle before he does. He puts his arm around Sera whichever way she lies.
Sid reaches for him, or toward him, and she can feel the startlement in his arm or side when she touches him, if not a flinch. His eyes have not closed, but they catch Sid's and are -- perhaps due to the darkness or the fact that she doesn't know him too well yet -- difficult to read. No matter; he looks neither shocked nor appalled, but it's clear he wasn't expecting that. He doesn't move away: there is that, too.
The Orphan is asleep mere moments after she lies down. Sera likely follows soon after, dropping like a stone into the comfort she's surrounded by. Hawksley stays awake for a little while, not out of some sense of protective duty or guardianship or anything like that, but because he's thinking.
And thinking.
And thinking.
Until he isn't thinking at all anymore, and his dreaming mind is chasing down Sera and Sid's, calling wait, wait, I'm coming too.
Ah: there it is. And even though Sera has a king-sized bed, Hawksley goes ahead and scoots a bit, makes sure there's room for both women, and lifts up the sheet as Sera is climbing back in. Of course she'll go in the middle; that, too, seems to go without saying. And while he pulls the covers back, Sid is the one to tug them back up, making that wry tilt to Hawksley's mouth return. He waits for them both to settle before he does. He puts his arm around Sera whichever way she lies.
Sid reaches for him, or toward him, and she can feel the startlement in his arm or side when she touches him, if not a flinch. His eyes have not closed, but they catch Sid's and are -- perhaps due to the darkness or the fact that she doesn't know him too well yet -- difficult to read. No matter; he looks neither shocked nor appalled, but it's clear he wasn't expecting that. He doesn't move away: there is that, too.
The Orphan is asleep mere moments after she lies down. Sera likely follows soon after, dropping like a stone into the comfort she's surrounded by. Hawksley stays awake for a little while, not out of some sense of protective duty or guardianship or anything like that, but because he's thinking.
And thinking.
And thinking.
Until he isn't thinking at all anymore, and his dreaming mind is chasing down Sera and Sid's, calling wait, wait, I'm coming too.
my whole life is thunder.