it just took some time for me to understand [st john]

[lovegonetowaste]

Eventually, Nica (and her clothes, while they are not on her) and St John make their way up to the Hello Kitty room of Dante's, because...sleep should happen, basically. She doesn't think much of changing in front of St John -- and why should she -- so just works her bra off and tugs her tank top back on (tank top and panties is clearly a better

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[tendencytostart]

St. John, who is still Catholic somewhere, and probably always will be, is fascinated by ritual. As such, the way he watches this is on a (mostly) non-sexual level...and not just because they're in the Hello Kitty room, for the love of god. It's because the small details in what Nica does are occasionally more interesting to him than the fact that they're being done by a pretty girl, who qualifies as...something to him.

It occurs to him, as it has been occurring for a number of days, that maybe that's something that should be sorted out.

"Never." It's mostly true; he rarely gets tired. And she knows, she's seen him, that when he is tired, it's like someone clocked him with a bag of nails in its incapacitating...ness. "You're not." Of course she isn't, not unless she wants to be.

[lovegonetowaste]

"No," she agrees, pulling one foot up to examine her toenails carefully; she likes switching the colours until it's like they're flowing in her body. She likes the sensation -- and there is a sensation. She looks up at him, not wide-eyed, focused in that way she always seems to be.

She's not totally oblivious to the subtext in the room -- how can there be subtext already, they've been in here a few moments and they're alone together -- and she's not sure what to do about it, yet. She decides to wait and see where St John is going with this, because...because she's not sure she wants to ask.

It's silly to be so nervous about something that's come so naturally.

[tendencytostart]

He sighs, like the air's being pulled out of him in a way he doesn't particularly want it to be. "C'mere, okay?"

It seems like for him to be objective about this, they should perhaps discuss it on opposite sides of the room or something. But then, there's really no way to be objective here, he hasn't gotten out a 'Nica v. everyone else' flowchart or anything (thank god), he's just going by what he feels, and he feels very strongly that Nica should be tucked under his arm at this moment.

[lovegonetowaste]

"Okay," she agrees, because she's Nica, and she wants to make everyone happy, and if having her close will make St John happy...then she wants to be close to him, because somehow his happiness is just that little bit more important than everyone else's.

She hasn't analysed that. Maybe she should.

Anyway, she fits herself into his arms like she's decided that's where she belongs (maybe she has, and hasn't realised yet). "What's up?" she asks, quietly.