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[major_west]

Morgan. It's been a while since we've had one of those warden-inmate heart-to-hearts.

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You feeling all right, Major? Something you need to talk about?

He's being sneaky D:

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I find myself feeling very... alone.

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I'll be over in a bit. Have you eaten, yet? I can have someone in the kitchen send something up.

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It's all right. I don't really have an appetite today. Bad dreams and all.

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You didn't tell me you were still having them.

I'm on my way.

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They'd been alright, just... getting worse is all.

Alright.

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[It didn't take her long to get to his door, but she didn't just let herself in. Among several things she tried to do to encourage a sense of camaraderie rather than superiority, she did her best to respect his personal space. Morgan knocked.]

Major?

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[When he opens the door, the Major doesn't look nearly as upset as he seemed in the journal]

Hello, Morgan.

[He opens the door further to let her in]

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[She's immediately aware that he looks calm, at least. At least he wasn't freaking out, she supposed. Nodding in greeting, she passes into the room ahead of him.]

So tell me about these nightmares you've been having.

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[He hasn't thought that far ahead. To be honest, the nightmares have been pretty... manageable lately. But he can make something up]

It's just... I dream about what could have happened, had things continued as they had. No future. The last man on Earth... waiting to die.

[He looks down, giving his practiced "tortured soul" look, then lifts his eyes to meet Morgan's]

Sometimes, I'm happy I died. Is that wrong?

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[Morgan sighed and sat down in the nearest place.]

I don't think it's completely wrong, no. I mean -- you could have it a lot worse here, right? At least now it's over.

I can speak to someone about getting you a sleep aid, if you need. [Since she doesn't want to enable a drinking problem and all]

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Right. [He looks at Morgan, then smiles a bit] I don't think I want any drugs. Just company's all right by me.

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[She raises an eyebrow.] That's ... fine. I guess. [She shrugs.] Haven't got anything better to do. Still got that deck of cards?

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[He nods] Yeah, but... need more than two to have any real fun with cards. [Totally a lie. Oh well. He walks on over to Morgan and leans down 'til they're at eye level]

Don't you want me to tell you why I'm glad I died?

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[Morgan is not immune to uneasiness and it's coming in spades right now.] ...You know it sounds really morbid when you put it that way, Major.

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[Yeah... it kind of does. Well, whatever! He's not used to hitting on women. Men are easier for him. But Morgan... okay. He can close his eyes and pretend she's another bloke. She kind of acts like one, anyway, and that's part of the appeal]

...suppose it does. Fuck it.

[So he grabs her chin (assertively, but not roughly or anything) and kisses Morgan]

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[She's fairly certain she's begun to flail when it happens, and finally she pulls back, eyes wide. At first she doesn't know what to think or even how to react, and what finally comes out is less than eloquent.]

What was that? I mean -- I thought you were -- y'know...

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[He snorts] Doesn't mean I'm defective, if that's what you're thinking.

[And then, the bedroom eyes are back] What I feel for you goes beyond all that. Maybe I was waiting for the right one. [He grins, then runs a hand through the pirate woman's hair and brings his face closer to hers again, trying to coax another kiss out. He can be gentle...]

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[She tries not to 'ack!' when he moves in the second time, but half of it does get out.]

Now hold on a second, Major --

[She places her hands on his shoulders to ease him back.]

This is kind of coming out of nowhere. You realize that, right?

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[He actually pouts slightly]

I've always liked you. I just didn't know how to show you.

[He pauses, thoughtfully]

It's not me, is it? It's the ears, isn't it.

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[Morgan's mouth hangs open, gobsmacked.]

What? No, it's not that! I like you too, Major. But it is kind of my job to look after you. And you kind of made it clear that you're steering a different vessel.

[...That was probably the dumbest euphemism she could have come up with.]

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[He shrugs, then grins all flirtatiously]

I can be flexible.

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[She watches him a long moment, tense, like she's waiting for something in her brain to give, but it's not budging.] ...I think I need a drink.

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Drinks are always a lovely precursor...

[He walks on over to his desk and pours some brandy for the two of them]

I won't rush you. [He says this like a total gentleman as he hands her a glass]

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No no, I didn't mean it like that sort of drink-- [Morgan sighs and stops, realizing she sounds enough like an idiot as it is -- it just doesn't make sense. Mind, she never saw what West's "technique" was for getting guys when they were in Venice, but this still seemed a little -- well, sudden. And unusual.]

Oh damnit.

[It dawned on her. Turbulence. They probably took on water after all. So do I just ride it out and make the best of it or tell him? How would that make a person feel, though?]