[ It’s not to say he doesn’t worry about her, either. He doesn’t
want her to get hurt again. He’d seen what happened before, how Dagger had
made her suffer. The Red Team Instructor had earned d’Artagnan’s hatred
that day, for his willingness to torture those under his command. He
doesn’t know if this is another test Clary has failed, but if it is, he
will do what he can to help her. ]
If ever they threaten you because of this, or anything else you won’t do,
come to me. I mean it.
And drink your wine.
[ He pushes it at her, gently, and with a little smile. ]
[ It's just a joke so it doesn't hurt her as much as it would have any other time. Her eyes get a little softer as she sniffs at the wine and takes a sip. ] Mm, okay you can stay. If this is what comfort d'Artagnan style tastes like you have my approval.
Yeah. [ She smiles. ] Sometimes I just feel wrung out. I'm tired, you know?
[ She misses the days when all she worried about was high school drama and she could go home to her mom for soup and ice-cream. ] This is really good though. [ She takes another sip, a content noise spilling from her. ] Warm.
[ She nods before shifting a little to press her forehead to his shoulder. It's a childish gesture, one she always ended up doing to her mom when tired or ill. It's not even a hug, more a tired kind of headbutt mixed with a nuzzle and when she pulls away she smiles almost shyly. ]
Thanks. Again for the wine and for being awesome. I'm going to do that and try and sleep.
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It’s all right.
[ It’s not to say he doesn’t worry about her, either. He doesn’t want her to get hurt again. He’d seen what happened before, how Dagger had made her suffer. The Red Team Instructor had earned d’Artagnan’s hatred that day, for his willingness to torture those under his command. He doesn’t know if this is another test Clary has failed, but if it is, he will do what he can to help her. ]
If ever they threaten you because of this, or anything else you won’t do, come to me. I mean it.
And drink your wine.
[ He pushes it at her, gently, and with a little smile. ]
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[ It's just a joke so it doesn't hurt her as much as it would have any other time. Her eyes get a little softer as she sniffs at the wine and takes a sip. ] Mm, okay you can stay. If this is what comfort d'Artagnan style tastes like you have my approval.
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I just put some spice in it. I thought it would warm you up.
[ He does stay beside her, though. ]
I was right, then. You were feeling low after the party. I knew it.
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[ She misses the days when all she worried about was high school drama and she could go home to her mom for soup and ice-cream. ] This is really good though. [ She takes another sip, a content noise spilling from her. ] Warm.
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[ He brings his arm back and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. ]
You should get some rest. It'll be good for you.
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Thanks. Again for the wine and for being awesome. I'm going to do that and try and sleep.
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I mean it. Come to me if you're ever afraid.
[ Letting her go, he slides off her bunk. ]
It's not like you don't know where I live.
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[ Softer. ] Goodnight.