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[littleonewhosteals]

"Yup. Where else am I supposed to go?" he wonders gently. Lightly. "Except to stare at your fucking sleeping face for an hour? And then, after, we can complain about it so much."

[skitter]

"So much," she agrees. Tries to match his tone.

"Want to sleep in the yard tonight? I can let out the fireflies."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Fuck yes I do," he agrees. "Oh, oh, remember when you did stories with the pictures? Wanna do that again?

[skitter]

She nods, exhaling. Her shoulders easing a bit more. "Yeah. That'd be good. Any kind of story you in the mood for?"

[littleonewhosteals]

"Something not about faeries. Or - anything resembling faeries. Did you know they fucking snatched me?"

He huffs. "Fuckers."

[skitter]

She nods, and bumps her head against his. "I haven't even asked how you're doing, after all that. I'm sorry."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Oh it wasn't a big deal. Just like when I was Reggie, only I wore shitty costumes and danced. At least you and I knew each other," he tells her.

[skitter]

"You looked amazing, dancing. Wish I could have kept a photo."

[littleonewhosteals]

"I kinda wish I could still dance like that," he admits. "It was a little fun."

[skitter]

"I'd play for you, if you want to try. I saw you dancing to Pavane, I know the melody for that." Her fingers on his arm move, miming the fingerings of the opening.

[littleonewhosteals]

"Can't hurt to try. See what I remember," he agrees, finally letting her go.

[skitter]

"Yeah? Now?" It'd be a good distraction, at least.

[littleonewhosteals]

"Sure, but no laughing if I fall on my fucking face," he tells her, shaking out his hands.

[skitter]

"As long as you don't laugh when my flute squawks like a duck." She pushes herself up from the table, and goes into their room to fetch her flute, already putting it together as she comes back.

"I'm going to ask for a nicer one sometime, this one got smashed a little."

[littleonewhosteals]

"I'm not going to promise that," he tells her when she returns, shedding his shoes as he pushes furniture out of the way in the family room.

"But do you want me to ask his fucking highness for one? I haven't bothered him in a long time. And I still need to get those trees for Hunter."

[skitter]

She shrugs a shoulder, wetting her lips before playing an experimental few notes, then moving into the first notes of one of Jon's songs for a second.

Okay, she can do this.

"I'd rather see what's available at the next port. He doesn't like requests for me. And make sure you ask for exactly what trees Hunter wants, or Himself'll probably give you trees already cut for lumber or some bullshit."

[littleonewhosteals]

"It's worth asking," he tells him. "Anyway, let's do this. See what you remember and if I fall on my ass, you tell no one."

[skitter]

She mimes zipping her lips, and sits on the edge of the table, back straight, and plays, her eyes on him.

[littleonewhosteals]

He tries to remember his moves, the way he had raised up on his feet, but it's slower, clumsy, and he ends up trying to do a turn, stumbling, and laughing as he lands on a pillow.

"Okay, okay! I guess some things don't transfer!"

[skitter]

She wraps up the measure with a little run of notes, because she can't laugh while she's playing.

"Looks like you remember enough to start practicing though."

[littleonewhosteals]

He doesn't get up, still laughing.

"Oh sure. Who is going to teach me? Fucking Jon?"

[skitter]

"Jon doesn't dance." She looks very studiously at her flute, in order to keep a straight face.

[littleonewhosteals]

He stares at her. "And how do you know that?"

[skitter]

She screws her face up, trying to resist a smile. "He said I could tell you, but you have to swear to keep this a secret. Even from Dad."

[littleonewhosteals]

Drawing his knees to his chest, he grins. "Okay, okay. I swear."