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[cardio_swindle]

It's been a while, and he's had time to think about things. Laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling and basically evaluating everything so far. What he has. What he wants. What he could lose. His brain isn't hardwired for that kind of deep thought, it gives him a headache. But he thinks about it anyway, because it's important, until eventually

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[dreamsofnoah]

It was a while before his knocking was answered, and when the door finally opened it was by a dazed-looking Road, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with the back of one hand, as barefoot as he was and her nightie all rumpled from bed. Yes, even Dreams slept at times, even if it wasn't quite the same sleep experienced by everyone else.

The sleepily innocent look on her face subtly changed once she saw who it was, something flashing across her features like expectations fulfilled before she turned on her heel and trod back inside, obviously expecting him to follow. It wasn't before she'd made a nest for herself out of her bedcovers and settled there that she said, "I've been waiting for you."

Because she had, and she didn't need to guess why he was there, she knew. Ever since finding Solo down that corridor, there'd only been one thing on her mind

[cardio_swindle]

That was really the end of the discussion, wasn't it? All the other motivations and mitigating circumstances were nothing compared to that one, simple fact. Someone had been hurt who belonged to them, and that would not be forgiven.

He followed her into the room, closing the door and smiling at her gently. "Sorry I'm late." He apologized, sitting down next to her and drawing his feet up under him, looping an arm around her shoulders and ruffling her already sleep-tossed hair.

"I got lost, helping a little old lady cross the street." Such a lie of an excuse, and nothing to do with why he was here.

[dreamsofnoah]

No, this was unacceptable. A blanket-nest was nowhere near as comfortable as a Tyki-nest, and she promptly climbed onto him, wrapping her blanket around his shoulders and then settling the rest of it around her like a cape and hood, squinting at him in disgruntled sleepiness when he made a mess of her hair.

"Hmm, did she turn out to be a mean old lady and beat you and steal your shoes?" she asked, hands latching on to his shirt in a way that was at odds with her playful tone. "Is that why it took you so long?"

Because she hadn't been lying when she'd said she was waiting for him. She'd expected him before then, had hated all that time where she'd had to wait and do nothing because she'd promised Solo she wouldn't do anything about this without him.

...of course Solo had meant himself, but for just this once Road could pretend that one Tyki was capable of standing in for the other.

[cardio_swindle]

He was happy enough to adjust and make himself more comfortable as furniture. He linked his fingers loosely, arms circling her in a loose fashion, a small smile on his lips at her disgruntled look. "You look cuter that way." He commented to the unspoken glare.

But he wasn't here just to spend quality time with her, and he question made his smile fade. "I'm sorry." He said again, offering no real excuse for his procrastination. It wasn't that he didn't feel the same, but he'd needed time to think about it. He couldn't afford to rush off blind on this one. He knew the woman. He wanted her to suffer in the worst way possible, and until he decided what that was, he couldn't go to Road.

But he thought he had an idea, now. But he wanted to know what Road wanted, before he proposed his own plan.

"What do you want to do about our problem, love? I don't think just any punishment will do. It needs to be something special."