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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Metaphorical, I'm worried about you. Please, just talk to him," Alison pleaded, her eyes showing her worry as she looked up at him.

M looked down. He looked sleepy. And felt sleepy. “I can. But I don’t want to stop working.”

"You don't have to stop. Just make sure you're getting some time to rest and eat," Alison said softly. "Now, come on. Let's get you into bed.

M nodded slowly, leaning against her again. “That sounds nice. I like that plan.”

Alison smiled a bit and pulled back. "Sorry, love, but that means you have to let go of me until we get into bed. I can't carry you."

M leaned off of her, sighing again. “Okay. You’re right. I’m really heavy.”

"Only for me. I couldn't carry you, but I'm sure someone else could," Alison said with a shrug as she started toward the bedroom.

M tailed her hazily, his arms hanging at his sides. “Right.” His head dipped slightly and he shook himself,

Alison sighed as she entered the room. She glanced around for a moment before walking over to M's dresser and pulling out a clean shirt. "Here. Why don't you change quick?"

M looked up, shaking the hair from his eyes to look at the shirt. “But that’s a short-sleeved.” His eyes rounded and he laid down in the bed.

Alison blinked and glanced at the shirt before looking back at M. "Would you prefer a long-sleeve?"

M curled up in the sheets and poked his head out when she spoke.
“Yeah, but I don’t have any more. They don’t fit.”

"Did you grow out of them? When did that happen?" Alison asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. "Maybe I'll go buy you some more later…"

M nodded. “I can’t fit my hands in them any more. And they go past my wrists. It’s not fun.” He frowned deeply.

"Hm… We could go get you some shirts that are tailored to fit you if you'd like," Alison suggested, chewing on her lip in thought. "Will this shirt work for now, though?"

M frowned at it. “I don’t even know why I have that. But okay, I guess. I don’t want to get ink everywhere…”

Alison gave him a small smile and handed him the shirt before she climbed into the bed and laid down beside him. "It should be fine, right?"

M unbuttoned the dressshirt and plopped it down on the ground before fitting on the t-shirt. He curled up into the bed with his arms down on the mattress. It looked very uncomfortable.
“It’ll be fine,” He said finally.

Alison sighed and rolled to face him, giving him a small smile. "Do you want to cuddle a bit before we sleep?"

M looked at her, his cheek pressed against the bed. “Cuddling sounds nice.” He shifted around, keeping his arms to the bed as he lay on his side.

"That involves moving your arms, dear," Alison chuckled, moving closer to him.

Graci smiled charmingly and rose the cup in return. “Such bold statement. I love it.” She took a drag of the drink.

"I'm nothing if not bold." Jericho said to her with a slight smirk.

M shifted around a bit before uncrossing his arms. “Here.”

“You are not not bold, my good man.” She laughed softly, setting down her second cup.

Alison smiled and curled into him. "Hm, you're warm…"

M curled their legs together with a soft sigh. He curled his arms up into the sheets, hoping she wouldn’t notice the new wounds on them.

He couldn’t help it, of course.

Just from cases.

Thinking about what happened yesterday made him feel prickly and wrong. Is that why he was so on edge and dull-witted?