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[littleonewhosteals]

He catches her right before bed, as he's putting away his laundry into neat piles. And, in true Rags fashion, he doesn't fumble around the issue.

"Hey. Dad wants to take a trip home for a couple of days and he's asked me to go with him. I - told him that I'd talk about it with you."

[skitter]

She's sitting on her desk, putting her hair in braids for sleeping, chasing the last of the youngest gu out of it as she does so. Her hands stop a moment and she glances at him.

"Bring me back a souvenir."

Promise to come back, she means.

[littleonewhosteals]

"What do you want?" he laughs in relief, folding a shirt, refolding it, and then bunching it up into a ball and throwing it in the corner with the others. He never got the hang of folding.

"Want me to bring you back a boyfriend?"

[skitter]

"No, I'll steal yours while you're gone." She shakes her head as his laundry attempts. "Get a shirt-folder while you're out there in the real world."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah, that's fair. He needs someone to insult him while I'm not around."

He sits on the bed finally, making sure his little stuffed cat creature is under his pillow. "What the fuck is a shirt folder?"

[skitter]

"A flat piece of plastic with hinges in it to help you fold shirts neatly. You can probably swipe one from any shop that sells shirts."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah, but then you'd stop complaining to me about it, so what's my fucking incentive?"

He flashes her a grin.

[skitter]

She uses two fingers to shoot a spare hair elastic at him, with a bit of smile, and then relocates to her side of the bed, checking that the red crystal is where it belongs, inside her pillowcase. It's been helping - there have been a lot fewer night disturbances of late.

"You're going to be bored with just Dad for a few days, he doesn't complain about anything."

[littleonewhosteals]

"I know," he groans, dodging the hairtie and finding it, putting his hair into a playful palm tree on top of his head. "But it's a fucking city. I'm going to steal so much shit."

[skitter]

That's adorable, and the real smile she gives him for it shows the other one for what it was.

"Can I send you with a shoplifting list?"

[littleonewhosteals]

He definitely notices, but only gives her a nod. "Sure! I'll do my best." He settles down in their bed. "Are we reading a book tonight?"

[skitter]

She nods, picking through the little selection she has out from the library, a messy pile beside the bed. "We finished that... what about The Little Prince? I've never read it."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Okay," he agrees, though there's a hesitation. "But - you're really okay with me going?"

[skitter]

She nods, glancing back at him as she gets settled with the book. "Yeah. You haven't had a vacation since right after you graduated."

[littleonewhosteals]

"It's not really a vacation," he says softly. "I just wish you could come. You've been - I don't know - just kind of going for a while."

[skitter]

"... Yeah," she agrees, fidgeting with the corner of the book. "Wish I could too. I don't think it'd help with me being stuck, though."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah? What do you think would? You haven't been - yourself since the whole...nightmare fear thing. Not even in Flotilla."

He turns towards her, propping his head in his hands.

[skitter]

"At this point, I think it's just a new self." She lays back, resting the book on her chest with a sigh and staring at the ceiling.

"I don't know. I feel like I should be there. I don't know what's left."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Should be where? But you're not that person," he says. "You're not that - whatever."

[skitter]

"I'm not what, Rags?"

[littleonewhosteals]

"The Weaver," he answers, turning on his back and stretching his arms in the air.

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She can't hide the flinch.

"No, that's not what I meant. But I don't think there's a way back to the person who'd never... done that." She reaches up for one of his hands, wrapping hers just lightly around his wrist.

[littleonewhosteals]

He lets her, not moving for a moment. "No. But you can still be Taylor. Taylor who learned some shit."

[skitter]

She nods, thumb rubbing over the bone of his wrist, where she remembers the webs, before she lets go.

"I did it in a dream, the other night. Ordered someone and pulled a string and they obeyed."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah? How did you feel when you woke up," he asks with a frown and then takes her hand, linking their fingers together.