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» WHO? Alex Kamal and You~
» WHEN? After Mike's Meeting up until the August mod plot
» WHERE? All over
» WHAT? Alex just got canon updated and came back to find a lot of shit
» WARNINGS? existential crisis

one. finding his vac suit. open.

It was just routine, by now, for him to go down to the airlock and check over the vac suits - make sure none of them were leaking and that they were all ready to go in case of an emergency. So he was mostly running on autopilot, as he headed down there, but as he walked past the airlock door he caught sight of something through the view port. He stopped dead, before quickly hitting the access panel, the door sliding open.

Inside waited a suit - specifically, a Martian vac suit. He felt like he was seeing things, as he walked up to it. It wasn't just any vac suit, though. It had all the scuffs and scratches and marks as his suit, from the Roci. He touched it carefully, then turned to look at whoever had stopped to see his surprise, and said, "I ain't sure I should be askin' any questions, but damn. This is mine. Have they had this the whole time?

two. finding the rest of his gear. semi-closed to roci crew / close cr.

He didn't want to leave the vac suit in the airlock - wanted to get Amos to take a fine toothed comb over the thing - so he carried it back to the shared quarters. He set it up in a corner, fussing a little bit, when he spotted something in the bathroom.

"What the --"

He found the little tray of cucumber sandwiches, and pulled them back out into the main room. "What the hell am I even lookin' at?"

A little while later, with a surprised sound, he found his clothes folded up, and changed into his Tachi jumpsuit and shirt, immediately feeling more comfortable once both of them were on. There was another shirt, too, which seemed more like Bobbie's size than his, and an extra communicator in his pocket. Whenever either of them wandered into the room, he'd hold out the item and say, "Think this one is better off with you."

Later, he'd find the bottle of gin in his toilet, and almost laugh as he pulled it out. He knew exactly where that was going. He pulled out his communicator and pinged Miller with the message: Got somethin' for you, gumshoe.

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[ OOC: Ask me for a prompt, or feel free to see Alex wandering around in his new digs, or in his suit about to take a test trip out the airlock. He disappeared for 48 hours before this, so feel free to ask where the hell he's been. ]

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She's a bit taken aback by that—to her, it seems obvious. But then again, it sounds like his relationship with Talissa was a bit of a nightmare, so maybe Alex needs someone to be more blunt with him. He might get caught up wondering about the details too much otherwise.

"Yeah," she says gently, leaning down to sneak a quick kiss. "I thought we were on the same page about that. It's not like I'm looking at anyone else."

A knot somewhere in his chest that he hadn't even realised was there gently released - an anxiety he hadn't given name or form to dissipating.

"Just never exactly talked about it," he murmured quietly. "So I figured we were in the same chapter, at least, but same page is somethin' else." He paused, hesitating, raising his hand to take Bobbie's chin and hold it far enough away that she could read his face, and he could read hers.

"You're my best friend in the whole damn world, gunny," he murmured, his voice audible only because of how quiet the room was. "But you gotta know you're a lot more than that, too."

Bobbie smiles at him, expression overwhelmingly fond. She shifts just enough to run her fingers through his now hopelessly messy hair, trying to smooth it out and failing miserably.

"Sounds to me like we're on the same page," she replies quietly. "I'm not doing this just to pass the time."

Christ, she was beautiful. Looking at her almost hurt, his heart too big for his ribcage. He ran his thumb gently over her chin, and resisted the urge to tell her that he loved her. Same page or not, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I ain't lookin' at anyone else, either," he murmured gently. Or thinking about anyone else, if Bobbie was worried. "So if you want me, Bobbie Draper, you've got me."

She lets her hand slip down to cup his cheek, heart fluttering. Right now, she's certain she could just stay here forever, tangled up with him. It's a surprisingly sappy thought, but somehow Alex brings that out in her.

"Sounds like you're stuck with me then, sailor."

He smiled, slow and wide and honest, and gently tugged her chin down towards him until he could lean up and take a long, thoughtful kiss.

He wasn't sure why he'd been so damn worried about it, all tangled up on what was said and left unsaid. Because now it just sort of felt like this was the inevitable conclusion. Like hers was a gravity well he simply couldn't escape.

Even if he wanted to.