Log: Roger and Alison
Ali: *is existant. And twitchy. And... pacing out on the deck, with a baby in sling.*
Roger: *wanders out, sans guitar for a change* Heey!
Ali: *looks up and flashes a quick grin (still pacing)* Hey. How're you doing?
Roger: I'm doing good, more or less. How are you two? *Both Ali and the baibee get cheek kisses*
Ali: Good. Both of us. Thought some fresh air might be good, though.
Roger: That's what Mark says.
Ali: Well, Mark is smart and you should listen to him.
Roger: Shh, don't say that out loud! *teasing*
Ali: Right, wouldn't want him to get a big head. That's your job. *grin*
Roger: Hey! *pokes her gently*
Ali: *sticks her tongue out at him. Reaaaal mature*
Roger: *they're both so mature - what would the ship do without them?* Wench. *fondly*
Ali: *I have no idea. They need to set an example* My best quality.
Roger: *God help us all* I won't argue.
Ali: Good boy. *playful pat on the head*
Roger: How's April doing? *bats at her hand*
Ali: *takes just a second too long to answer. And the voice is... just a little too even, if you know what I mean* She's doing good.
Roger: ... Ali.
Ali: What? *the pacing, it is back*
Roger: *patiently* What's wrong?
Ali: Nothing's /wrong/... exactly....
Roger: But?
Ali: ...I think I've been thinking something that I'm not supposed to be thinking.
Roger: *heroically manages to repress his first few thoughts* What, Ali-baby? Tell me?
Ali: Ummm... *pause* *very quickly, and kinda quietly* IthinkIkindofhaveacrushonAprilormaybemorethanacrushI'mnotreallysure.
Roger: ... Jesus fuck, really? *this is him being supportive, sad to say*
Ali: *going to pace a hole in the floor, seriously* *groans* I know, it's fucked up.
Roger: ... the hell? It's not fucked up!
Ali: *stops and just... looks at him for a second* ...Well, it's bad, anyway.
Roger: ... why?
Ali: ...Because it could lead to doing something very stupid.
Roger: *you just want him to think these bad bad thoughts, don't you?* Like... what?
Ali: Like acting on it?
Roger: You don't think she likes you back?
Ali: /Fuck/ no, she doesn't.
Roger: Then she's stupid.
Ali: *sighs* No, but she's in love with /the father of her children/.
Roger: *winces* Well... fuck him. He left her.
Ali: *scowl* Doesn't change how /she/ feels.
Roger: *hugs her, dammit*
Ali: *Roger-hugs are good! clings, dangit. As best she can without squishing Rosie, anyway.*
Roger: Fuck - I - don't know what to say. *he actually thinks they would be so good for each other, but this is Roger, so he can't actually say that*
Ali: *yeah, it probably would be bad to say, anyway, so* *sighs* I don't think there's really anything you can say. I just... Shit, this is such fucking bad timing.
Roger: You know I love you, right? No matter what.
Ali: I know. *kisses his cheek* Love you too.
Roger: We'll figure this out somehow.
Ali: Yeah. You won't tell her? *doesn't think he would, but needs to be sure*
Roger: Never, baby.
Ali: Thanks.