MCA #5, All Day Thursday

[electrocynic]

To recap, the last week or so in Sarah’s life:

First, three days more or less entirely spent in bed with her ex-boyfriend. Yes, the one who’d fucked off to be a hero in space a few years back. Yes, the one she had not been over ever since. That one. Guy Gardner, ginger bloody menace and royal pain in her heart.

Then, two days and slowly working on making it three spent... mostly in bed, but also on the couch. Alone. Except for a few tubs of ice cream and some now-empty bottles of beer. She hadn’t even bothered to get hammered. She knew that wouldn't actually do anything but make her even more miserable.

As if that was somehow possible.

So anyway, now day three of her moping was dragging on. Maybe tomorrow she'd actually go outside. But she wasn’t counting on it. Not when there was takeout.

[ooc: Open, and up way early because I have actual class today and phone-pinging is infinitely easier than phone-posting, omg.]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton'd spent the weekend ignoring the weekend, then he'd spent most of the past week digging around the monster-infested Coruscanti undercity with a bunch of his new favorite military idiots. That... had served as about enough time to kick his admittedly immature inclination not to do this simply to spite Sparkle.

Which meant that after his class, he was knocking on Sarah's door with a bottle of juma under one arm and a bag of Thai food in the other hand.

Being Force-trained meant you could pull that off without breaking anything, even.

[electrocynic]

Ugh.

Sarah considered ignoring the knock. It wasn't someone bringing takeout (to her knowledge) so she didn't think it was something she wanted to deal with.

But something got her moving enough that she made it to the door. Enjoy the ratty pajamas and the slightly red eyes, Atton. "What do you want?"

[suitably_heroic]

... Well, she looked great.

Not that Atton hadn't been able to pick up on that from his own apartment; hence the gifts, at least partially. "Do you want the drinks or the food first?" he said, holding up both.

[electrocynic]

Sarah glared at both, though it was a little milder and a lot more tired than usual.

"The food."

Then she turned and padded back in. He could see himself in, right?

[suitably_heroic]

Atton wasn't quite self-centered enough to think this was about him, so he shot her a curious look before following her inside.

He shut the door with the Force, because his hands were still full. He set the food down on the nearest horizontal surface and then wandered into the kitchen to put the juma in the fridge.

[electrocynic]

Sarah resumed her highly interesting task of...

Sitting on the couch like a lump. Wow.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton sighed and finally wandered in her general direction.

He dangled one of the food containers in front of her nose. "So you look like crap."

[electrocynic]

"Thanks."

She wasn't arguing, just scowling at the obvious being stated.

Also, she snagged the food, after a moment.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shook his head and walked back to the table to pick up some food for himself. "What happened?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah picked at her food for a moment in silence.

"Fandom happened. What else?"

That wasn't accurate this time, though, was it?

[suitably_heroic]

"As far as I remember, all we had was a reunion and some gremlin trouble," Atton said, hunting around for a fork in the kitchen.

[electrocynic]

There were probably some that were even clean.

"Missed the gremlins," she said. "Did not miss the reunion."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton found one. Eventually.

He joined her on the couch shortly afterwards. "Want to talk about it?"

That was an apology, too.

[electrocynic]

The one upside of the current mess was that she wasn't really hurting for an apology from him, anymore. Still, the gesture was appreciated. Possibly.

She was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, "Green fucking Lantern came back."

Not to be confused with the Green Lamp brand of ale from The Fortress. And no, she wasn't expecting him to know what the hell she was talking about. If she was going to share, she'd do it on her own terms.

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm going to guess that's some kind of 'cape name'," Atton said, fishing around his carton for some food.

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes. At what, she couldn't say. "Guy Gardner," she said. "We dated."

That felt like an understatement. Yelling 'I don't have to care about your bloody war, because you broke my heart!' had been much closer to the core of the matter.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton took a bite, chewed it, then shot her a curious glance.

"Ah," he said, "One of those."

[electrocynic]

There was another long stretch of silence.

"Left 'bout two years ago." Her gaze stayed firmly down on the food. "A war in space. He's a fucking hero."

That was equal parts scorn and resignation. It wasn't like she didn't get it. Fuck, it wasn't like she wasn't proud. Neither thing protected her from the pathetically open wound pain of it all.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah," Atton said, leaning back against the couch. "I really hate the hero types, too."

Not, y'know, superheroes. But heroes. Those people. The 'going to a war in space to be a fucking hero' people.

[electrocynic]

"They can't be depended on to just fucking stay."

Never had she thought her relationship issue would be that the guy was too good a person to stay with her.

[suitably_heroic]

"'Course not," Atton said. "Big hero stuff to do somewhere else, right? They always have to find someone they can save."

[electrocynic]

"Fuck them," Sarah mumbled into her carton of food.

Good thing she was far too exhausted from the last couple of days to get into a crying jag in front of someone.

[suitably_heroic]

"Fuck them," Atton agreed. He sighed.

And then, fine, reached out to try and give her a bit of a hug. The sideways kind so neither of them had to move very much.

[electrocynic]

There was a small part of her that wanted to ask what the fuck he thought he was doing.

But this wasn't anywhere near being the most confusing thing this week. So instead of throwing it back in his face by questioning it, she leaned into it. At least briefly.

[suitably_heroic]

She looked like she needed a hug, okay? Space. It wasn't like Atton was the world's most comfortable with dealing with other people's strong emotions.

He patted her on the shoulder and let go, since she seemed all awkward about it and, well, awkward was not what he'd been aiming for.