You're the worst, you know that, right?

[man_without_fear]

Matt had things to do tonight. Leads to track down, situations he could be handling, people he should be helping.

Instead, he's wasted a bunch of energy in Milliways and now he's wasting time by returning to his place after, on this side of the door, just a short spell away.

Arriving on the landing, Matt clomps down the stairs, a perforated box tucked under his arm. He has the mask on, but along the exposed parts of his face there are a few lightly bleeding scratches, and he has more beneath the dark fabric of his shirt on his shoulder and back.

Clearly annoyed, he heads straight for the kitchen; depositing the box on a chair at the table and walking to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.

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[man_without_fear]

His arm wraps around her, his palm resting between her shoulder blades as for a moment he breathes her in.

His chest rises and falls against hers and he hears their hearts beat in his ears.

Brushing his nose against hers, he centers on her closeness.

"Here," he answers, holding her against him.

[nocturnalmedicine]

Encouraging even more contact, she drapes her thigh over his hip. As she settles, the small shift coaxes another shudder from her, causing her breath to catch.

His fingertips splay wide on her back, and while her eyes remain closed, she can tell he's double-checking her ribs, monitoring her comfort level.

"Oh," she whispers, knowing he can feel her half-smile of assurance against his mouth, "here."

[man_without_fear]

On that snag in her breathing he doesn't tense, but he does still for a moment, careful to make sure that she isn't hurting. The easy way her breathing seems to be coming, and the continued lack of bone grinding reassures him that everything is as okay as it can be.

He fits closer to her, shifting in reaction to her leg sliding over his.

Kissing her smile first on the corner, and then on her lips, he says, "Right here."

Another kiss, his forehead touches hers and whispers back, "Here is good."

[nocturnalmedicine]

She breathes a contented sigh of wordless agreement, relaxing fully against him.

Wrapped in warmth, with the allergy meds still percolating in her system, she begins to drift, only an occasional shiver playing at the edges of her consciousness.

Drowsily: "Matt."

She blindly tucks her head beneath his chin, nuzzling into the hollow of his neck and shoulder.

"What do you see?"

[man_without_fear]

He holds her close, tucking her in against his chest.

A small smile rucks up the corner of his mouth when he hears the drowsy notes in her voice, and he takes a moment to breath in deep, clearing out his senses before he focuses to answer her.

"Your ribs sound good, better," he says, voice low. "And I hear your heart, it has a good strong beat."

It's a steady, comforting cadence that he's come to surround and ground himself with since she's been here. A reminder and reassurance when he comes in at night and wakes up in the morning that she's here, safe. Alive.

"It's going to rain here again before morning. Not another heavy storm, the light kind of rain. A fall drizzle. I can feel the temperature drop, and smell the moisture collecting in the air."

He tilts his head slightly, gathering more information from around them, bringing some of the rest of Hell's Kitchen into the room they're sharing.

"The guy downstairs left his TV on again, old Twilight Zone episodes. And the lady across the way is talking to her son on the phone. He's stationed in Germany."

Coming back to her, he bows his head against hers smile still in place.

"I like the shampoo Bar gave you. And you were eating raspberries tonight."

[nocturnalmedicine]

Lulled by the rumble of his voice, she's liquid-limbed against him, slowly slipping closer to the edge of sleep.

In the black behind her eyelids, she can practically see the clouds gathering overhead — thickening, darkening, growing heavy with promise.

(If this were a normal day, Claire would probably find herself caught in a morning shower after the end of her shift at the hospital.)

She imagines Matt's downstairs neighbor dozing in a favorite recliner while Rod Serling narrates onscreen.

The mother across the street, features warm and animated as she speaks with —

Matt's lips graze Claire's crown, anchoring her, and she half-smiles.

"Mm-hmm," she murmurs into his chest. "Finished 'em off so you wouldn't have to."

[man_without_fear]

He drops his voice another level, hearing her slipping closer to drifting off.

Giving a short chuckle to her reply, he says, "How nice of you, Claire."

Assured that she's comfortable, his hand starts a slow and gentle motion along her back, up and down between her shoulder blades in a smooth motion. He isn't reading her anymore, just feeling her and softly coaxing her towards sleep.

[nocturnalmedicine]

She nods faintly, burrowing even closer.

The gentle sweep of his fingers and palm is as indulgent as it is hypnotic; she breathes an appreciative oh so low, only Matt's ears could catch it.

[man_without_fear]

He holds her to him, warm and secure, safe. As she dips closer towards sleep Matt relaxes along with her, slipping further towards that end himself.

For a moment the question passes through his mind, 'What if they could just stay here like this?'.

It wouldn't be a bad moment to be wrapped up in, but morning will be along soon enough and with it rain, a day at the office, and then another night on the streets.

Before his mind starts working on those thoughts and plans for later, Matt grounds himself with the soft sigh from Claire. Kissing her crown once more, Matt closes his eyes. Pulling a deep breath he lets it out slow, forcing away the clamor and choosing contentment; letting this really be the moment he said it was.