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[ Andal just watches him for a moment that stretches slowly into two, propped on his elbow, eyes drink-bright despite the chill air that swims in around parts of him that had been protected before. He picks himself up, clumsily climbing his way over the table and over Cayde until he finds a place that makes him happy, knee between Cayde's thighs, chest to chest, chin to chin so he can grin at him again as Cayde's cloak does its best to cover them both. ]

Thanks for coming.

[Cayde very nearly laughs at that grin and wraps himself around Andal as much as he can; Arms around his middle, hands splayed on his back, and he pulls a leg up a little and rests his thigh against Andal's. He's almost annoyed by how fond he is of this idiot and how happy this makes him, just rubbing a hand up and down Andal's back in an idle gesture.]

Of course. [After a moment, Cayde pulls back just a little, just enough to get a proper look at Andal, voice nonchalant like it's just some casual aside.] Anytime. You know that.

I know. [ He agrees, but there's a level of sentiment to his own voice that says it's not casual at all. He's still smiling but it's gone softer at the edges, less blindly pleased and more intimate, in a way. Measured. It means more, he thinks. That's how it feels anyway as he folds his hands on Cayde's chest and pillows his chin there, something warm and way-too-real making itself a home beneath his ribcage. ] Still coulda brought soup.

[Cayde waves a hand in a dismissive gesture with a noise along the lines of "shut up." Shakes his head as if he doesn't want to laugh even a little.]

[He's quiet a while, just thinking. Enjoying the weight and the warmth of Andal on his chest. When Cayde does speak, it's quiet, soft. Half hoping Andal's drifted off and won't hear.]

... It's been way too long.

[ He's halfway to dozing, breathing slow and even where he's slowly relaxed on top of Cayde. The words almost seem to float by unnoticed, too, but he eventually hums a quiet note of agreement and tips his head enough his forehead presses against Cayde's chin. ]

Prob'ly good you didn't bring soup, then. [ The words are only just distinguishable from one another, slurred into the back of his hand. ] No one likes old soup.

Yeah, you're right. [The amusement is clear in his voice, but moreover it's heavy with affection. Softly spoken as he moves an arm to lay over Andal's shoulders.]

[ He shifts just enough to touch Cayde's chin with two fingers, dragging them down with the sluggishness of half sleep until his whole hand just splays against his collar like some kind of silent promise he doesn't have the words to voice. A slow kiss follows, pressed into the hollow of his throat, and he drags his nose up towards Cayde's ear with a smile that's somehow even more indulgent than it's been so far. ]

'M always right.

[He already knows it's coming when Andal opens his mouth and Cayde shakes his head with a sigh.]

Go to sleep, Andal.

[ His low, ] you first, [ is little more than an excuse to answer, it's already too late and he's lost this battle, full stop. Cayde's warmth is getting to him, cocooning him in heat and familiarity and all the things he'd drunkenly decided he needed. Falling asleep with Cayde's arms around him was something he too often took for granted; here in the cold and the rain and the wet, face buried in Cayde's neck, it was a god damn indulgence.

He slept. ]

[It takes Cayde a while to drift off-- truthfully he's never been a huge fan of sleeping, the dream isn't something he ever looks forward to, but feeling Andal drift off on top of him is its own kind of relaxing. He nudges Andal lightly to check he's actually asleep after some time and sighs softly, happily, tightening his arms just a little around him to get as much bodily contact as possible before he lets himself sleep.]

[He also asks Sundance to wake him up (just him) early if he doesn't rise on his own. Cayde hasn't got a clue what Andal's doing out here or how long he's gonna stay, but getting a fire started for warmth and to dry their clothes seems like a good idea.]

[ Much as he wishes it's anything else, it's the hangover that finds him first. He knows he's being punished for each and every stupid decision that brought him out here the night before but it doesn't make it any easier to accept the throbbing that starts just behind his eyes the moment he dares to move. ]

Fuck.

[ He's cold now, too, and noticeably alone (and he's fairly sure he didn't dream Cayde showing up, though it wouldn't be the first time that's happened). It still takes another couple minutes before he groans, forcing himself to roll over far enough to peer through the daylight and verify whether or not he's imagining the smell of a fire. ]

[Cayde's been busy. He made a fire, set up all the clothes he could get his hands on to dry, and went about seeing what he could do for food and water without making the trek back to his ship.]

[When he hears Andal's groan, Cayde looks over in his direction from where he's sat on the floor, (in front of the fire, it's great,) and breathes a laugh that's a little sympathetic, but mostly schadenfreude.]

Morning, sunshine.

[ He grunts an ungracious greeting and rolls himself back over onto his back until the world around him stops spinning. Pihu could fix it for him in a heartbeat, but he's fairly sure she's punishing him like this time will be the time he learns his lesson.

He won't, but it doesn't seem to stop her from trying.

Another couple minutes gives him the strength to lever himself up and off the table and he wraps Cayde's cloak tighter around his shoulders before he drops himself in a rumpled heap beside him, blinking into the fire. ]

[There's just something about seeing Andal hungover that always brightens Cayde's day, and he laughs again when Andal plops down miserably next to him.]

Cheer up, Andal. It's not that bad.

It's pretty bad.

[ The argument won't stand, but this level of misery is enough that he can get away with some things he might have taken longer to wind himself towards otherwise. Dropping his head onto Cayde's shoulder, for one, as he drags the cloak's hood up to block as much of the light out as he can. Cayde's still warm and that's all that really matters beyond the throbbing at his temples. ]

You did a fire.

[Cayde has some sympathy for Andal, he slips an arm around him and presses his face fondly against the top of Andal's head. Some small bit of affection for this hungover idiot.]

I did. [And some wistful part of him thinks on how nice it'd be to just... Stay. Not in this ruin specifically, but just forget their responsibilities and live out in the wilds, just traveling and going after whatever seems fun or shiny. Nights and mornings like this, camping together in front of a fire.]

[It's a cute fantasy that he's not going to share, but it does make him go quiet a little too long before Cayde catches himself.]

Turns out some of us aren't totally useless in the morning.

CAYDE-6 hunter vanguard.	SHIRO-4 vanguard scout.	DRIFTER classless lightbearer.

NOTUS-4 hunter.	LUNA JAIN warlock.	CHIKE ALDERS titan.

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it was my tag the whole time i cannot believe

it is i, das brain dead one

turns out we both suck

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