Post by BEATRIX KIDDO on Oct 31, 2023 19:32:07 GMT
Loved ones. She was a loved one. Unless he had misspoken, which she didn't think that he had. It seemed purposeful enough and yet casual. How did he do that? I'm one of his loved ones. He loves me. Even if just only for today and by accident. This thought would keep her as warm as any drink or comforter could.
Her face sported a frown, half smile, and a look of confusion in no certain rotation. Each one being hit more than once brought on by the rollercoaster of his little ramble. Eventually, he settled on that it would just be him, his siblings, and her. No one else. Just them on Christmas Eve and Christmas. A unit. A family. And Bea could be a part of that.
"I'm glad." She smiled at his robotic admission, now watching him instead of the film (while he looked at the movie). "I can't wait." She decided and turned back to the movie, hugging one of Lincoln's throw pillows herself, her chin burying itself in its soft fabric. Ava has good taste. No surprises there.
"Uh huh." She nodded. It wasn't really a lie. She did like what little she had seen she just hadn't seen enough to make a fair call on it. A marathon? It was already eleven PM. A marathon would bring them well into the early morning hours... But that was more time with Lincoln wasn't it? And that was something she didn't ever want to pass up. "If you want.." She looked over at him trying not to look too excited or too hopeful at the prospect. "I mean, I love a good movie marathon but I don't know if you're joking or not." Blinking, she sat up and faced him eyes wide. "Like stay up all night? Like we would do in my backyard in my tent?" Those days felt like yesterday and eons ago. Maybe they could capture a bit of that magic here on this evening.
All of a sudden she stood up. Time to get things moving. "First... Jammies!" And without waiting she marched to his bedroom with all of the confidence of a best friend who absolutely adored sleepovers. Making her way to his dresser she began to open drawers. "Jammies, jammies... Where are the jammies?..." She murmured under her breath finding a sock drawer, jean drawer, *gasp* underwear drawer (that one she shut quickly with her hip and covered her eyes). "Linky! Where do you keep your pajamas?" She questioned, assuming that he may have followed her, blindly feeling about with her hand. One cannot have an all nighter without jammies. That would be silly.
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