[Room 230, Near Dawn, Wednesday Morning]

[krycek_rat]

Krycek returned to his and Jake's room with a sense of relief he hadn't felt in a long while. He'd gone by the weapons locker first, dropping off his guns with a perfunctory cleaning, then wanted nothing more than to drop into bed and sleep for a while. Kawalsky had assured him he was okay and he'd take the other man's word on it. He made a mental

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[courier_gavin]

"Longest bathroom trip ever," Jake said firmly, still frowning. He'd sort of woken up about half an hour ago, and there had been no Krycek anywhere. Jake was wholly against that sort of thing. "Where were you?"

[krycek_rat]

"Outside," he said, pulling off his shirt. He briefly thought of passing it off as having a cigarette, but the lie would be obvious when Jake didn't smell smoke. "I didn't want to disturb you."

[courier_gavin]

Jake blinked himself a little more awake. "Have you been thinking about that email all night? Without coffee?" He was asking more for confirmation so he could sigh exasperatedly at Krycek than actually asking. He made himself comfortable in the bed again, burrowing down, reaching an arm out to grab Krycek. "Sleep is good for you."

[krycek_rat]

"Only you could say both those things and mean them just as much," Krycek said with fond exasperation, kicking off his jeans as Jake tugged him into bed.

[courier_gavin]

Jake stared at him. "How did that seem like a good idea? Are you crazy? Don't you remember what happened the last time..." He trailed off with a shudder.

[krycek_rat]

"That's why I didn't wake you up," Krycek said, tone mild as he pushed away the memory that accompanied Jake's reminder.

[courier_gavin]

He was kind of grateful for that. He really didn't like the evil alien hunter thing. His eyes fell on the bruises again. "...Wait. You actually ran into the thing? Okay, this I need coffee for."

Jake rolled himself out of bed and onto his feet. He padded over to the coffee machine while muttering about 'stupid insane terrifying boyfriends'.

[krycek_rat]

Krycek sat up as Jake attended to the coffee machine, watching him change the filter quickly and make new grounds. "You realize it's somewhere near 5 am? This could just wait until morning," he rasped, but fondly.

[courier_gavin]

"Who the hell is Kawalsky?" Jake said, exasperated. "Your favorite gun?"

[krycek_rat]

"Charlie Kawalsky?" Krycek sighed. "He came along, so it wasn't just me. Even got hurt in the process."

[courier_gavin]

"Oh. Right. Him." Jake blinked and sipped his coffee. "I'm... not sure if that makes me feel better or not." He was starting to loose the frozen look though, so possibly it did.

[krycek_rat]

"He apparently has experience with aliens," Krycek said, dryly. "Made me feel better when I found out."