That’s alright. You look better in it than I do, anyway, so, she chuckles, wrapping her arms around Riley and snuggling into her side, Mm, I don’t fit into it - that’s the whole point. Rae takes the other sandwich with a simple “Mhm” and starts to munch on it, giving Riley a wide smile. When she’s done, she goes to wash her hands and makes a very audible squeak of surprise, Jeez, it’s so cold up here… She goes back to Riley and sticks her hands in the sweater pockets, burying her face in Riley’s shoulder to steal some of her wife’s body heat. So, uh, she murmurs, Christmas is comin’. I mean, yeah, Captain Obvious, duh. But, like, um, did you have any, y’know, plans for that? Wanna do anythin’ special?
Riley’s never quite understood Rae’s liking of baggy clothes, but hey, at least Riley can wear them too. She wraps her arms around Rae, trying to keep her warm. Kissing the top of her head she hums softly in content. We should go iceskatin’, Riley suggests, closing her eyes. She can feel Rae’s chilly hands through the material of the sweater and her shirt underneath. She reaches for them, wrapping her hands around Rae’s tiny ones and brings them up to give them little kisses. Why? Is there anything you wanna do, darlin’? Riley asks between kisses.
Yes! That’d be me! I’m sorry I can’t say I recall your name.
Ah, it’s alright. I’m Riley Hicks.
Rae rummages around her (Riley’s… but, still, half of her clothes take up one side) closet, standing on her tip toes to look at the shelf where she can’t really see. She gives up after it’s clear that even if it was up there, she wouldn’t be able to reach it anyway. Bouncing on her heels, she tries to jump and glance up at the shelf and frowns when she doesn’t find what she’s looking for. Taking a last look under the bed - maybe it landed there the last time she wore it before she and Riley went to bed, she huffs as her examination brings up nothing. Riley? She leaves their bedroom and wanders into the kitchen/living room. Have you seen my hoodie? The teal one? It’s got, y’know, drawstrings and a pocket, the usual. It looks- She pauses in her step and smiles a little bit, pointing her finger at her wife, Jus’ like the one you’re wearin’. She grins and pulls Riley into a kiss, Looks nice on you.
Riley’s making peanut butter and banana sandwiches… all for herself because she hasn’t asked Rae if she wanted any, if she did she could always take one. It didn’t matter. When she hears Rae call her name, she responds with a What? She only has half an ear on her wife’s words as she finishes the sandwiches, licking the peanut butter off her fingers and turning around. What? Riley repeats when she sees Rae smiling at her. She looks down at her the sweater. She didn’t even notice. Oh yeah, sorry. I got cold and just grabbed the first sweater I saw. Dunno how you even fit into this if it fits me big—Riley grins into the kiss, getting pleasantly caught off guard before pulling away to stuff half of a sandwich in her mouth. Want one? She asks grabbing one and starting to hand it over.
Doin’ another job other than Nexus is hard, I gotta say. From experience. But if you think you can do it, then you should go ahead. Just tellin’ ya that it adds a lot more unnecessary stress, in my opinion.
Sorry for bumping in to you.
It’s alright. I shoulda been payin’ some attention, anyway. Uh, wait, you’re, um, Ryan, right?
Of course this wasn’t the best answer she could have given, but it was the most honest one. Save maybe for thanking Riley right away, but it was too late for that now, and Virginie didn’t resent herself for not doing so, what with her earlier drugged-up state and confusion. In how far her words were helpful, however, was hard to say. It shouldn’t matter because ultimately, people were all alone in a big, ugly world and all your success at navigating it depended on was having the right mindset. Words could change that, they had to. Whether hers had…no, she didn’t really buy Riley’s It’s fine, but neither did she know what else to say. At a loss, she eyed Riley with a searching expression.
Her colleague smiling made her feel better, of course, but she was very much one to know that it was so easy to fake those. However, sometimes you had to ignore that. Life was hard enough as was. “Yes, really. There are so many things that play into such a decision that I think are deplorably rare. Courage, presence of mind…” The hug took her by surprise, so Virginie stood frozen to the spot for a moment, only lifting her arms to return it ever so slightly when she felt Riley leaning onto her, and whispering “You have nothing to thank me for.” Noticing the slight slur, she continued to hold on to Riley’s arm as she searched the street for cabs. There should be a stand around the corner. Virginie listened for sounds of cars from there, a chugging engine, they should get a cab there. She sought out Riley’s eyes. “Of course. Let’s get you a cab, shall we? Virginie offered her arm, both to possibly help Riley walk should she need it and because she admittedly did feel somewhat bad about not having said anything else. But anything else would have been a lie, and Riley deserved better than those.
"Mm," Riley hummed as she let go of Virginie. She rubbed her eyes softly, feeling tired, but not too tired that she could just drop right then and there. She felt better talking to Vir, but it didn’t mean her mind was guilt-free now. She still had some issues with what she had done, but that was because of her personal views and morals. Someone like Vir who had a different set of morals wouldn’t do much to ease her mind. She had to speak to someone else. Perhaps ask forgiveness from Someone else. Riley had expected Vir to take her home maybe by a walk or something, but when she mentioned a cab, Riley simply nodded. She didn’t really mind, she just wanted to get home to Rae.
Once her friend hailed a cab, Riley settled into the backseat, but before she shut the door and let Virginie go on her way, she leaned to her and said, “you have Rae’s number still, right? Can ya text her or call her t’ tell her I’m on my way?” Riley didn’t know if Vir still had Rae’s number, but it wouldn’t be a big deal if not. “It’s all right if you don’t.” Riley then shut the door and leaned back into the seat, mumbling her address to the driver. She set her head back and felt herself drifting to sleep. She hoped she could keep herself awake until she went home.
Maybe. Especially way back before the explorers discovered more land and stuff. People must have gone the long way around the world. The very, very long way.
Well, there were boats, so that probably helped ‘em a bit, yeah? Lot of walkin’ they must’ve done back then.
In the average lifetime, a person will walk the equivalent of 5 times around the equator.
Is that so? I didn’t know that. You think it might have been more times ‘round the equator back before cars were invented?