[If she weren't completely trashed right now, she might point out that he shouldn't be going anywhere near her bed. But since she is, she just takes his words at face value and nods a little. ]
I don't think I can stand up much longer.
[Which means she needs bed, really. She leans up against him for support and lets him guide her, any memory of their conversation now pleasantly forgotten in favor of just attempting to navigate this challenging thing called walking.]
[ his hand rubs a soothing pattern against her back in an attempt to get her to hold it together at least until they can reach her room. ] I'm not surprised. Next time, you let me pour, alright?
[ next time... he's hyperaware of everything he says to her now, but he has to focus on helping her. it seems like forever before they're at her door at last though it's only down the hall from the bar. he picks up her hand with the communicator on it and unlocks it for them, and the second it's open he's ushering her directly to the bathroom as quick as he can. ]
[She readily agrees, gladly sinking down to her knees in the bathroom. The feeling of the cool flooring beneath her is more than welcome, even as her stomach flips and twists and she tries to keep from throwing up everywhere.]
You don't have to stay to hold my hair.
[Because the less he sees of her puking, the better his image of her probably will be.]
[ he grunts noncommittally as he sinks to the floor with her. maybe she can take it from here and maybe she can't, but he's not going to leave it to chance. ]
Like I'd miss this. [ he quips, easing hair away from her face and leaving a steady hand on her back. ]
[There's some sarcastic comment on the tip of her tongue. Really there is. But as her stomach heaves and she leans forward, all that comes out of her mouth is vomit. Her body starts to tremble as another wave of nausea cripples her, and she's grateful that he's there with her. She wipes at her mouth and flushes the toilet.]
[ without noticing he's doing it, he murmurs shhh to her in a soothing manner, hand stroking her neck and upper back in comfort. the touch to his knee startles him out of wherever he had just found himself, and for some reason calls up how exhausted he is, too. ]
Yeah. [ it's belated, his forehead having tipped forward to rest on her shoulder briefly. he wants to make sure she's done before he gets them both back up, but the proportionally smaller amount of liquor he'd consumed (or at least in the same timespan as karen had) threatens to lay him out right here, latching onto how rundown and tired his body already is. ]
[Did he just fall asleep on her? Karen blearily blinks and manages to lean forward to throw up another couple more times as she ponders it over. There's another flush and she groans as she shifts to just lay on the floor. She's absolutely spent, and doesn't want to move for days.]
Yeah. Just...wake me up when everything stops spinning.
[She's really going to have to apologize profusely for this.]
[ he only drifts for a second before she pitches forward again and then he's holding her hair and rubbing her back the same as before. by the time she rolls away from him to lay on the floor he's gotten something close to a second (fifth? dozenth?) wind, but the urge to follow her example is a strong one. ]
Okay, Karen. [ he agrees gently, though the second she closes her eyes he's up. he pours a glass of water to put on her nightstand and peels back her blankets on the bed before coming back into the room. he can't tell if she's asleep or even unconscious yet - maybe she still has the spins. but she'll be more comfortable in bed, so as carefully as he can he hefts her weight easily over his shoulder and walks her to the bed to lay her down. he tugs off her mag boots and tucks her in, a painful twinge in his chest when he thinks of doing this with his kids after a long day out. they would be too tired to move just like she is now, pure dead weight. ]
You okay? [ it's asked after a delay, knowing it's his time to go but he wants to make sure. he hangs close by to see if she's coherent enough to give him an answer. ]
[His voice sounds so loud, and her face scrunches up as she opens her eyes to look up at him. She's in bed now, warm and comfortable. She vaguely recalls being hoisted up like a sack of potatoes and carried, and manages a little smile because he's actually pretty good at taking care of her.]
I will be. Tomorrow's a new day, right?
[Her voice is gravely and she licks at her dry lips, immediately regretting the taste of vomit that's there. It's a miracle that she doesn't throw up again. The spins are definitely still a problem, and since she's seeing about ten of him right now she decides to just close her eyes and let herself succumb to passing out. She's done enough damage for one night.]
Right. [ it's soft as can be, leaning in to push some hair off her forehead before he leaves. Goodnight, Karen. he doesn't say it aloud for fear of waking her again, shutting out the lights on his way out. tomorrow's a new day. of drinking themselves to death in space. not much else to do - but even in space, tomorrow will come and wipe today's sins away. or at the very least, make them seem less significant. ]
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I don't think I can stand up much longer.
[Which means she needs bed, really. She leans up against him for support and lets him guide her, any memory of their conversation now pleasantly forgotten in favor of just attempting to navigate this challenging thing called walking.]
And I'm pretty sure I'm going to be sick.
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[ next time... he's hyperaware of everything he says to her now, but he has to focus on helping her. it seems like forever before they're at her door at last though it's only down the hall from the bar. he picks up her hand with the communicator on it and unlocks it for them, and the second it's open he's ushering her directly to the bathroom as quick as he can. ]
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[She readily agrees, gladly sinking down to her knees in the bathroom. The feeling of the cool flooring beneath her is more than welcome, even as her stomach flips and twists and she tries to keep from throwing up everywhere.]
You don't have to stay to hold my hair.
[Because the less he sees of her puking, the better his image of her probably will be.]
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Like I'd miss this. [ he quips, easing hair away from her face and leaving a steady hand on her back. ]
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I don't think you're missing much.
[Her hand reaches back to touch at his knee.]
But thank you.
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Yeah. [ it's belated, his forehead having tipped forward to rest on her shoulder briefly. he wants to make sure she's done before he gets them both back up, but the proportionally smaller amount of liquor he'd consumed (or at least in the same timespan as karen had) threatens to lay him out right here, latching onto how rundown and tired his body already is. ]
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Yeah. Just...wake me up when everything stops spinning.
[She's really going to have to apologize profusely for this.]
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Okay, Karen. [ he agrees gently, though the second she closes her eyes he's up. he pours a glass of water to put on her nightstand and peels back her blankets on the bed before coming back into the room. he can't tell if she's asleep or even unconscious yet - maybe she still has the spins. but she'll be more comfortable in bed, so as carefully as he can he hefts her weight easily over his shoulder and walks her to the bed to lay her down. he tugs off her mag boots and tucks her in, a painful twinge in his chest when he thinks of doing this with his kids after a long day out. they would be too tired to move just like she is now, pure dead weight. ]
You okay? [ it's asked after a delay, knowing it's his time to go but he wants to make sure. he hangs close by to see if she's coherent enough to give him an answer. ]
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I will be. Tomorrow's a new day, right?
[Her voice is gravely and she licks at her dry lips, immediately regretting the taste of vomit that's there. It's a miracle that she doesn't throw up again. The spins are definitely still a problem, and since she's seeing about ten of him right now she decides to just close her eyes and let herself succumb to passing out. She's done enough damage for one night.]
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