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[socoolbrewster]

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[charring]

Turn you into ash if I so much as feel a fang on my skin. Just sayin'. [She doesn't believe him and he shouldn't believe her, either. She looks around briefly, fidgety because she's over-tired and seconds from falling over.] Did the slugs vanish? If they did, I guess that relieves you of slug detail. Not that I'm kicking you out so I can sleep. I'm not. Just saying if you had anything you needed to do, you don't have to make sure nothing awful happens to me.

[...interesting phrasing, Charlie.]

[socoolbrewster]

Oh please. You'd like it and we both know it. We've got a curse to prove it and everything.

[Ed, you are doing that thing where you open your mouth and words come out again. Please stop, you're just making things uncomfortable.]

Dunno. Haven't seen any, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

[...No, that is not an invitation for you to keep him around if you want, he has no idea what you're talking about.]

[charring]

There were a bunch when I left. I don't see any. If you wanna stay just in case, though? I wouldn't mind.

[She starts over to the bed, sitting with a sigh before just flopping backwards.] I don't think I've ever been this exhausted in my life.

[One hand thumps on the bed next to her, her thinking is he's too far away (because three feet is just SUCH DISTANCE) and the people next door are probably sleeping so she should just keep this conversation quiet.]

[socoolbrewster]

[Like he cares about the people next door. Screw 'em.

But he stalks over anyway, dropping down next to her but not too close; it's for slug duty. Really.]

What, did you just not sleep for...days or something?

[charring]

Nope. I was awake most of the time when I was a statue.

[That's not her shifting closer, Ed. That's Charlie trying to get comfortable. She swears this bed is part rocks. Charlie rolls onto her side, curling up slightly, facing Ed.]

It was kind of weird.

[socoolbrewster]

Sounds like it. Sounds like that story about the guy who was awake for surgery the whole time but was paralyzed by the stuff they gave him so he couldn't so much as blink.

[He hasn't moved. Hasn't so much as thought about it.]

[charring]

I've heard stories about that kind of thing. Horrifying. [Good, because she's carefully tucking her head under his chin and if an arm goes around his waist, it's because that's just the most logical and comfortable placement.]

'Least I survived, though. Kind of. Not like the time Angel statues send me to a big, vast Nowhere. That sucked.

[Her voice sounds a bit smaller, breathing evening out slowly but surely. Ed would probably recognize it as 'charlie's minutes from falling asleep']

[socoolbrewster]

[McGee. McGee. What are you doing.

He would shove you off, except you're already settled in. And you're still warm.]

...What?

[charring]

Angel statues. They don't move if you're looking at them. But if you blink, that's it. And they don't burn. [Ffff like you'd shove her off anyway. Except maybe you just might.] I was grabbed by one after it didn't burn and remember being in a weird void.

[socoolbrewster]

[He shifts around, sliding an arm around her shoulder, and if anyone asks it's just to make himself comfortable, it has nothing to do with her.]

How can they be statues if they move? That's kind of exactly the opposite of what "statue" means.

[charring]

[It gets a smile out of her, the arm around her shoulder, and as tired as she is, her tone changes to a happier, more relaxed one which she will deny forever. It has nothing to do with Ed. Nope. Not a thing. except maybe everything. sshhhhh.]

They were aliens, from what I heard. And they're fast. [A sigh, a little more shifting to get comfortable.]...shouldn't ...shouldn't blink around them. S'harder than it sounds.

[socoolbrewster]

Alien statues. That move. Right. ...I'd say that's bullshit, but then look at everything else around here.

[McGee...stop moving. Just stop.]

[charring]

You have to believe in the impossible to survive here.

[She's done. She's comfortable. And...three..two...one. Feel that, Ed? The way she just relaxes? And hear how her breathing has finally settled? She's asleep. At least she doesn't snore or drool. Just keeps things warm.]

[socoolbrewster]

[...Why is it so relaxing? BREATHING. That's ridiculous. And yet.

And it's not even light out, so he can't even sleep. So he'll just be a creeper, wrap his arm around her (to get the maximum warmth out of her, or so he'll say) and just...lays there.]