If you don't mind. I'm not going to be put out if you want to sleep.
[But Noh doesn't need as much sleep, does he-- it's more a formality than anything, and Ryan is making his way over to the rover immediately after sending that message.
He could look worse, at least. Still short on rest, still dressed comfortably, but Ryan hardly looks like he's in danger of falling apart when he shows up.]
[ He takes in Ryan's unkempt appearance and tilts his head lightly, his body moving diagonally to allow the human to walk past him into the rover. Gently, one arm slips around Ryan's waist as he comes close, and Noh-Varr doesn't need to push very far to get them both into bed. ]
[He's easy enough to guide, as always, curling up with Noh-Varr as soon as they reach the bed-- if Noh's sitting, he'll get Ryan's head pillowed on his thigh, but otherwise he'll just curl close, as though his friend's an oversized pillow.]
...you know, these could really stand to have freezers.
[It almost sounds like serious musing... it just doesn't quite make it there with the faint tug at the corners of his mouth. It's brief and not quite a smile, but still there.]
This just doesn't feel the same without a pint of rocky road.
[ Noh-Varr tucks Ryan's head under his chin; it's tough, given their height difference, and Ryan might end up half-wrapped around his middle. Not important. ]
I prefer neopolitan, myself. And pizza, if we're talking comfort food in general.
...yeah, that seems like it's your kind of flavor.
[Why have just one when you can have three? It seems to be pretty appropriate to him.
Ryan doesn't mind the slightly awkward positioning at all, shifting down a bit to make it easier for Noh-Varr; having to wrap around him a bit is no hardship, obviously, and this is a kind of comfort he gets so rarely given the usual height difference.]
Tell me something, Noh. Any kind of thing. About you, about what the Earth you know was like, whatever you want.
[ That's pretty much exactly why he likes it. How astute. ]
Mmm. [ He considers the request; the first thing to come to mind in the realm of 'happy memories' is Annie's record collection, but Ryan won't want to hear about an ex-girlfriend. So instead, what he offers is: ]
I really like pancakes. Pancakes are the source of many good memories, for me. That makes them my favorite Earth food, I think. You can have them so many ways, and they're very difficult to execute poorly. The best Earth food I ever had was Korean barbecue on Earth-212, though. The best in any universe, guaranteed--if you're ever in the neighborhood.
I'll have to make you some the next time I can, then.
[It's something he's definitely filing away for later reference-- Ryan's a pretty good cook, if he says so himself, and he's sure he'll find some way to make them special.]
You've been to different Earths? How many are there, is it like- an 'infinite possible variations' sort of thing?
[ Ryan's offer pleases him in a way he has difficulty expressing; he doesn't like to admit he enjoys being doted on. He has no need for anyone's care, but that doesn't stop him from craving it.
Earth really has made him soft. ]
More the second--there might be a finite number, but as far as I'm aware the universe isn't really a finite thing.
[ They number the realities they know, but there's always more they don't. ]
Dimensional travel used to be a part of my work, before I came to Earth-616, which is where I lived before the CDC recruited me.
--so d'you think you'll go back to that, after this? To that particular Earth, or what you used to do?
[Ryan doesn't bother lifting his head when he speaks, content to just lie there and let Noh-Varr hold him; he does reach up to thread long fingers into Noh's hair, though, holding more than petting.]
You should grow it out. [Absent, idle; almost a change of subject. That first question of his is more speculation on the topic than asking for actual plans-- who knows what's going to happen, or if 'after the CDC' exists at all.]
[ He breathes in, the question bringing up more in his head. Is there an 'after this'? Ryan wasn't there when Simon Wilson had asked about the contracts; what a nightmare that had been.
Noh-Varr suspects his contract with the CDC will far outlast his lifespan. Given the chance, he'd rather go back to Earth--his people aren't overly fond of him, at present. Luckily, Ryan's comment enables him to avoid the prickly question. ]
Grow it out...? [ His gazes rises. ] What are you imagining?
[ Noh-Varr has never considered his hair to be 'manageable' or 'not manageable'. For the most part, it just is, and he doesn't really seek to do much with it besides keep it away from his face. ]
I'll consider it. As long as it doesn't get too long in battle.
[ That would essentially be his only concern. Raking a hand through it, he thinks on styles. ]
[He shakes his head with a quiet laugh, pulling his hand back, and props himself up on one elbow. Trying to talk to him is a little difficult from his position if he wants to be able to see his face.]
But that would look good on you. I think you could pull off the sort of punk look, there. [And his smile widens as he adds:] I'll find you a denim jacket and a few patches to go on it.
No. [ To prove his point, he reaches for Ryan's ponytail and gives it a sharp, quick tug. It's just short of painful, and his smile sharpens because he knows for a fact what Ryan likes. ]
I'm a fighter. I can't afford to have anything an enemy could use as leverage against me, physically.
[ Even a short ponytail is enough to get a grip on. If he were limited to his guns, that would be one thing--but he isn't. He does too much hand-to-hand to take the risk. ]
[ He rolls his eyes playfully, but the smile on his face says he hasn't missed that change in tone. One hand creeps up again, mussing Ryan's hair, massaging his scalp. The gesture is rythmic. ]
Maybe. But I've always been a tactical fighter.
[ He prefers to use his enemies' weaknesses to his advantage. ]
That's not tactical, that's being a tease. You're taking advantage.
[Not that he seems to mind. Ryan tilts his head into that touch, presses against Noh-Varr's hand to encourage it to be firmer, silently asking for more.]
...but I like when you do that.
[And it's not even entirely meant to refer to his comment-- sure, he likes that too, but just the attention and affection are soothing. He's caught between just enjoying the way his scalp's being massaged and wanting Noh's fingers to thread into his hair instead, unsure which he really wants more.]
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Oh.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
We just got back, but I have an hour or two to spare. Want to come over?
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If you don't mind. I'm not going to be put out if you want to sleep.
[But Noh doesn't need as much sleep, does he-- it's more a formality than anything, and Ryan is making his way over to the rover immediately after sending that message.
He could look worse, at least. Still short on rest, still dressed comfortably, but Ryan hardly looks like he's in danger of falling apart when he shows up.]
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...you know, these could really stand to have freezers.
[It almost sounds like serious musing... it just doesn't quite make it there with the faint tug at the corners of his mouth. It's brief and not quite a smile, but still there.]
This just doesn't feel the same without a pint of rocky road.
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I prefer neopolitan, myself. And pizza, if we're talking comfort food in general.
[ Earth is the best for comfort food. ]
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[Why have just one when you can have three? It seems to be pretty appropriate to him.
Ryan doesn't mind the slightly awkward positioning at all, shifting down a bit to make it easier for Noh-Varr; having to wrap around him a bit is no hardship, obviously, and this is a kind of comfort he gets so rarely given the usual height difference.]
Tell me something, Noh. Any kind of thing. About you, about what the Earth you know was like, whatever you want.
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Mmm. [ He considers the request; the first thing to come to mind in the realm of 'happy memories' is Annie's record collection, but Ryan won't want to hear about an ex-girlfriend. So instead, what he offers is: ]
I really like pancakes. Pancakes are the source of many good memories, for me. That makes them my favorite Earth food, I think. You can have them so many ways, and they're very difficult to execute poorly. The best Earth food I ever had was Korean barbecue on Earth-212, though. The best in any universe, guaranteed--if you're ever in the neighborhood.
[ Anything's possible with the CDC. ]
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[It's something he's definitely filing away for later reference-- Ryan's a pretty good cook, if he says so himself, and he's sure he'll find some way to make them special.]
You've been to different Earths? How many are there, is it like- an 'infinite possible variations' sort of thing?
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Earth really has made him soft. ]
More the second--there might be a finite number, but as far as I'm aware the universe isn't really a finite thing.
[ They number the realities they know, but there's always more they don't. ]
Dimensional travel used to be a part of my work, before I came to Earth-616, which is where I lived before the CDC recruited me.
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[Ryan doesn't bother lifting his head when he speaks, content to just lie there and let Noh-Varr hold him; he does reach up to thread long fingers into Noh's hair, though, holding more than petting.]
You should grow it out. [Absent, idle; almost a change of subject. That first question of his is more speculation on the topic than asking for actual plans-- who knows what's going to happen, or if 'after the CDC' exists at all.]
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Noh-Varr suspects his contract with the CDC will far outlast his lifespan. Given the chance, he'd rather go back to Earth--his people aren't overly fond of him, at present. Luckily, Ryan's comment enables him to avoid the prickly question. ]
Grow it out...? [ His gazes rises. ] What are you imagining?
[ Long hair isn't exactly practical. ]
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Mm... I don't know, I'm just curious to see how it'd look on you. I think it'd be nice, you know? Your hair's probably more manageable than mine.
[He shifts, lifting his head just enough to peer up at him, appraisingly. Maybe a ponytail, that might look good on him.
...okay, and maybe he'd also braid it. Favors are meant to be returned.]
And it'd be easy enough to change, if you didn't like it.
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I'll consider it. As long as it doesn't get too long in battle.
[ That would essentially be his only concern. Raking a hand through it, he thinks on styles. ]
Maybe a side cut. [ Now you've done it, Ryan... ]
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[He shakes his head with a quiet laugh, pulling his hand back, and props himself up on one elbow. Trying to talk to him is a little difficult from his position if he wants to be able to see his face.]
But that would look good on you. I think you could pull off the sort of punk look, there. [And his smile widens as he adds:] I'll find you a denim jacket and a few patches to go on it.
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I'm a fighter. I can't afford to have anything an enemy could use as leverage against me, physically.
[ Even a short ponytail is enough to get a grip on. If he were limited to his guns, that would be one thing--but he isn't. He does too much hand-to-hand to take the risk. ]
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[A short, surprised little gasp, not quite pained. Noh-Varr's absolutely right, but that is so unfair-- Ryan might sound just a bit distracted, now.]
You're sure you don't want anything leveraged against you physically?
[Ryan, no. You're not smooth.
He realizes that a moment later, shaking his head with a quick huff of amusement.]
--you're doing this on purpose, you cheater.
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Maybe. But I've always been a tactical fighter.
[ He prefers to use his enemies' weaknesses to his advantage. ]
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[Not that he seems to mind. Ryan tilts his head into that touch, presses against Noh-Varr's hand to encourage it to be firmer, silently asking for more.]
...but I like when you do that.
[And it's not even entirely meant to refer to his comment-- sure, he likes that too, but just the attention and affection are soothing. He's caught between just enjoying the way his scalp's being massaged and wanting Noh's fingers to thread into his hair instead, unsure which he really wants more.]