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[ The silence of their trek back to base takes her back to an unexpected time. To a place long, long gone to the furthest reaches of her memory. Back when she was so much smaller, before the war, when she'd walk along their countryside town's dusty streets with her hand in one of her parent's hands. Before her hands were eventually the ones that got bigger to protect a set of tiny ones.

How strange. Is this what it feels like to rely on someone else for safety? Protection? She'd forgotten it...

She nearly collides with Toji's arm at the stop. One collision avoided, but her mind comes crashing back to Earth and she blinks up at him with her eyes a touch wider and her mouth shrinking back down into a frown in anticipation. ]

Ye-! [ She stops at the sudden hitch in her voice. She clears her throat once and tries again. ] Yes...?

Nothing that happened back there was your fault.

_{[ Toji feels responsible for antagonizing Yor. She could have not had anything to drink and kept to herself, but they were there on a mission and he should have been more serious about that. He just doesn't really care unless there's a solid paycheck in front of him.

He rubs the back of his neck as he steps inside and lets go of her. ]}

Nothing about it is.

_{[ he's being kind of cagey about what "it" is, but.. ]}

[ Yor tilts her head as she follows him inside, hair swaying as she does. She can't really get a good look at his expression from here, but his voice? She has no reason to distrust it.

He must mean the argument back there. Or, maybe more? Did she misread him all this time? Was his anger from something else? Or...her mind muddies the longer she tries to parse it. It must be a misunderstanding, then. She can work with that. She's already primed to forget about it anyway.

By letting her hand go, he's freed it up for her to reach up and gently pat the back of his shoulder. It gives way to a little rub across the fabric of his coat, and her voice comes out in a soothing, motherly tone she hasn't used in some time since coming here. ]

It's alright.

[ In her state, there's nothing else she can think to say. Nothing eloquent for certain, as she only ever has a modicum of that when she's sober. But it's an honest pair of words to match the grin on her face. ]

_{[ Hearing that nurturing tone causes his heart to turn flips in his chest and he makes a scoffing sound. He can’t do this. In fact, he’s angry at himself for feeling this way about someone he’s barely got to know after being hurt so much in the past from romance.

He shrugs off her hand after a moment and bends over to pull the sheets of his bedding back before making an incoherent, grumbling sound as he turns his back on her and starts rummaging around his room. ]}

Just go to bed. Here.

_{[ He pulls out one of his black shirts from his wardrobe and hands it to her. It should swallow her up and fit like a short but loose dress. Toji avoids looking at her and grabs a small trash bin, moving it close to the bedside. ]}

Puke in that if you have to. Okay?

Okay!

[ His shirt's big enough for her to mistake it for a dress at first glance, that's for sure. It looks comfortable enough, though, and she sets to work wriggling out of her dress. She's worn the original so much that she can get in and out of it with ease. Hell, she could probably do so while sleeping!

Once she has his shirt on, she carefully folds the dress, her shawl, and lets her hair down. The hair accessories go on top, and her gloves, and...oh, wait, she didn't take her shoes off. How rude of her! She'll have to fix that before she forgets again! ]

[ Except in trying to lean down to take her shoes off, she forgets her center of balance is still wonky as all hell. So much so that she trips literally one foot over the other and falls onto the bed with a yelp.

And then she just doesn't get up. Because she was tired and still wasted enough that her body decided to just call it quits the second she hit the bed. So she's just asleep. Heel-clad feet dangling off the bed and everything. ]

_{[ Miraculously, through all of this, Toji keeps his back turned and lets Yor do her thing while he does his, carefully undressing the classy attire he was given (simulated? idk how this works) and wears a simple undershirt and similar boxer briefs that she gave him a massage in.

The yelp and slight thud her body makes when it hits the mattress grabs his attention and he glances over at her, blinking slowly. Of course she passes out before getting those shoes off. Toji heaves a sigh and walks over to her, crouching down and carefully beginning to remove her heels. Every once in awhile, he glances up at her, thinking to himself.

She's too good for you.
You'll only make her upset.
Do you really want to risk feeling hurt again?
You'd have to change for her and that's hard.

His teeth grind together and he can't really come to a conclusion about his thoughts or what to do about Yor. But he can tell the way that his heart beats faster when he's near her.. how he kept thinking about her before they were reunited for this mission.. it's definitely a special kind of feeling.

Her shoes are off and he takes a moment to put her legs on the bed then pauses, dipping back down so he can pull the covers back and tuck her legs underneath. A sharp inhale through his nose and then Toji shifts to the opposite side of the bed, crawling into it and turning on his side with his back facing Yor.

When was the last time you simply allowed a woman to sleep in your bed? _]}

[ As usual when she goes to be drunk, Yor's dreams are something else. Recollections of the auction, the fight, but interspersed between them are absolute nonsense. Things that make her mumble in her sleep, but those mumblings are just as incoherent as the dreamscapes that inspire them.

By some miracle, she isn't hungover when she wakes up. Her eyes scrunch up into themselves rather than pop open as usual, but when she does crack open one eye, she's bewildered at the sight that faces her.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hold on a second.

...this isn't her room.

Yeah, these walls are not the ones of her room. She can't spot her dresser or the vanity. Looking down, the bed isn't her comfy four-poster either.

...oh dear. ]

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