The Consequences of Wandering and Sowing (A parable)

[dr_blake]

He sat with Loki for some time each day - not enough to make up for the centuries of turmoil, or the years of isolation, but enough so that Loki wouldn't flinch back from his touch. "I still hate you," Loki had murmured to his shoulder one evening, "and your hugs will not change that

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[genius_level]

The quiet was getting to him.

Jim was sprawled on the sofa with a book. He didn't feel like reading, not really, despite the free time he'd had on his hands the past few days. The headache lingered as his body recovered from the flu, but more uncomfortable was the silence that filled their rooms. It made it hard to forget the things they had said, and the things they hadn't.

But he had kept his word. Jim had been cooperative so far during his enforced down time. He'd submitted to the check ups and hypos without argument, not once trying to push for an early release from the prescribed rest. And aside from checking in daily with Rand, he had tried to actually get some rest, but instead of being restful the quiet was charged with too much emotion. It was like they were afraid if they talked too much, the fragile peace they'd found might be shattered

[dctr_mccoy]

He glanced at the message from Blake, nodding. Expected, and still Leonard didn't understand any of this.

One thing he knew for certain - Jim needed to talk to Blake, and given the circumstances of what was happening between them right now, Leonard wondered if Jim could be honest if he were lingering around. "I'll give you two some privacy." Standing, he let his fingers drop on Jim's shoulders to show him that this wasn't personal, but from the slouch of Jim's posture, the look on his face, Leonard knew he'd disappointed Jim yet again.

Yet - "I'll be back in an hour."

[genius_level]

They were going to have to talk this all out, all of the hurt and confusion and misunderstanding. It was just building up the more they let it go. But... maybe Bones was right. The talk with Blake was going to be messy, and maybe it would be better to get the worst of it over with, just the two of them alone.

Jim reached up and caught that hand, squeezing it. "Okay." And then he replied to Blake, unsure how to begin, finally settling on short and to the point. My quarters. I'm free now.

[dr_blake]

Thor would have preferred a different place, something not so personal as Jim's own chambers, but something which could afford to be associated with unpleasant memories and new revelations. Yet he wouldn't suggest an alternative, not on an invitation. (Frigga hadn't raised him in such bad manners.)

After pocketing the communicator, he began the slow and steady walk to the captain's quarters, consulting a public console only once along the way. Once there, he raised a hand to knock on Jim's door - remembering just in time to pull back his strength and leave the door unscathed.