[and he wouldn't care about at least pretending to follow the rules if there weren't other things on the line (with her safety one of the significant on his mind).]
[ most people don't, and sometimes they get away with it. but the collars and bracelets are just one factor they've introduced that have made it clear they're monitoring them, and she worries that it's just the start of things getting worse.
[it's at this moment that jondy, quite suddenly, decides that her nap is over and jumps down to the floor — and it's in the next that she sits at cassian's feet, looking up at him expectantly. he can't help the quiet, short-lived laugh that escapes him as he gets up.]
Right now, she's glad I'm here to feed her something.
[not untrue, of course; that much is easy to judge by how she seems satisfied to trot off toward the kitchen when he starts making his own way there.]
[ true to her word, she arrives back at her place within a little less than an hour, a bag of the requested groceries in hand. she also took it upon herself to pick up a small bag of treats for jondy and a bottle of wine from a store she knows to be reputable (as in, they won't spell or drug what they sell). ]
[true to his word, too, cassian is in the kitchen when max arrives — and it looks, and smells, as though he's been there for a while. there's a pot going on the stove, steam pouring out from over the top of it, and there's sweat on his forehead.
the step he's on has ten minutes left, at least, so he turns away from it and walks toward her, a smile starting to pull on his mouth.]
Hey.
[it's easy, strangely so, just like being here. he's still not sure what to do with any of that, though, so —
[ she returns the smile with a playful one of her own before she sets the bottle on the counter, along with the bag containing the rest of the items she was asked to pick up. the milk gets picked up so she can put it in the refrigerator, then she returns to start taking the vegetables he'd requested out of the bag. ]
Any of these in particular you wanted to use before I put them away?
[without really knowing it, his eyes land on her smile, watching it for a moment — maybe a moment too long. she turns to set the bottle and the bag on the counter, and cassian ducks his head, needing that space, that shifted focus, to return to himself. it isn't long, though, before he steps closer to the counter, examining.
after some consideration, he collects the carrots, broccoli, and squash, moving them for washing and cutting.]
[ she doesn’t notice the attention, turning a moment too quickly to catch how his gaze lingers on her smile. by the time she’s turned back around, he’s made his selection, and she collects the rest of what she’d picked up to place them in the fridge. ]
What is it you’re making? [ she stands once she’s put the rest of the vegetables away, standing by the vegetables he’s set aside and looking them over, wondering how they’re going to mix with what she can already smell cooking. ] Anything I can do to assist?
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she’s gonna be mad when you have to move though.
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Really? She won't even be happy to have this chair to herself again?
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[his hand stills over the cat's ears as he considers. they do need to talk about this.]
But we have to be careful with this. I don't want to risk them looking at you because of me.
[it's what he'd said before, about more people being harder to target. the targets here are still easy.]
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[ but he's right, they do need to be careful. risking her own safety is one thing, risking his is another. ]
you're right, though. although i don't think we'd be the first to break the rules.
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[and he wouldn't care about at least pretending to follow the rules if there weren't other things on the line (with her safety one of the significant on his mind).]
All things considered, I'm glad I'm here.
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I might like Jondy, too.
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but. ]
i'm glad you are, too.
so is jondy, from the sound of things.
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Right now, she's glad I'm here to feed her something.
[not untrue, of course; that much is easy to judge by how she seems satisfied to trot off toward the kitchen when he starts making his own way there.]
I can have something ready for you, too.
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need me to pick something up?
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[not to @ her about what she typically keeps around here, but like. he is.]
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any in particular?
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[he gives this a little more thought before he adds:]
Squash.
Better to have options.
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anything else?
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You're out of milk.
[he's helping.]
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[ she knows she had it for her coffee this morning... ]
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anything else? i’m on my way back now.
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[but he does another sweep of the fridge, one more time, just to be sure.]
And I have enough to start with until you get back.
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[ true to her word, she arrives back at her place within a little less than an hour, a bag of the requested groceries in hand. she also took it upon herself to pick up a small bag of treats for jondy and a bottle of wine from a store she knows to be reputable (as in, they won't spell or drug what they sell). ]
Honey, I'm home.
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the step he's on has ten minutes left, at least, so he turns away from it and walks toward her, a smile starting to pull on his mouth.]
Hey.
[it's easy, strangely so, just like being here. he's still not sure what to do with any of that, though, so —
his eyes go to the bottle of wine, brow lifting.]
I don't remember that being on the list.
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[ she returns the smile with a playful one of her own before she sets the bottle on the counter, along with the bag containing the rest of the items she was asked to pick up. the milk gets picked up so she can put it in the refrigerator, then she returns to start taking the vegetables he'd requested out of the bag. ]
Any of these in particular you wanted to use before I put them away?
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after some consideration, he collects the carrots, broccoli, and squash, moving them for washing and cutting.]
These. They'll make the right flavor.
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What is it you’re making? [ she stands once she’s put the rest of the vegetables away, standing by the vegetables he’s set aside and looking them over, wondering how they’re going to mix with what she can already smell cooking. ] Anything I can do to assist?
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