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It isn't easy, planning around Argine's health. Now and then, after all, she simply can't keep an appointment, simply needs to stop and sit, simply stops being a Ten and a mother and becomes a woman struggling against her own mortality. There's a good deal of hoping when it comes to setting dinner dates. A good deal of hoping in general.

But tonight was going to go well. The date had been set a week in advance, and was going to stick. The former Queen has been resting all day, her former Ace hovering and attending with nervous energy. The kitchens had been more than happy to pull together an early meal for three, to drag a table up to Argine's quarters and find a comfortable chair for the woman to rest easy in during an extended conversation. Everything is falling into place. Eileen should be ecstatic.

Is, in some ways. And is also starting to get ridiculously nervous, the way a young person gets when introducing their significant other to their only living parent.

So as the hour draws near, Eileen worries. Frets. Helps her mother pull herself properly into the semblance of the regal woman she used to be and get her settled in at the table. Argine's tsk is soft as she smooths her daughter's cheek, tells her to run along and get ready, not worry so much about an old woman.

She barely sees herself in the mirror as she throws on a bit of makeup, runs her hands through her hair ineffectually and calculates that she doesn't actually have enough time to change out of her usual fare.

Goes to loiter nervously at the door and wait for CJ to arrive. Maybe stealing a kiss before bringing him in will soothe her jangling.

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"I'm sure." She's a little unsteady as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed, doesn't entirely trust that they won't give out underneath her. But she only needs a moment to feel stable again. Only needs a second to press a kiss to his cheek. "Voy a ser rápida, mm?"

And she can be. It only takes a few seconds to slip over to the bathroom, toss the condom. Another few seconds to run some warm water, rinse and dry off. Might be a minute to brush her teeth, but she can't help the compulsion.

But then she's back, slipping over to tug the quilt off the end of the bed and toss it over her boyfriend before sliding in next to him. "Survive okay without me?"

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He watches her walk away, a beautiful thing, even unsteady as she might be on her feet. He's starting to doze, when she gets back, even in the few minute it takes her to clean up before returning.

He half rolls and reaches for her arm, to pull her in with him under the covers, half laying over her as he rests his cheek against her chest and hugs at her waist, pulling her close, murmuring "No, it was terrible. I'm cold."

He sighs sweetly, getting comfortable s he murmurs sleepily "Miss'dya." yawning while he cuddles close and murmurs unintelligibly. "luvyou"

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He won't be cold much longer. She's absolutely going to meld back in against him, find her spot curled up under him and settled in his arms. Her own arms pull around his waist as she buries her face in his hair, hums a contented little sigh. Much, much better to be here than anywhere else in the world.

"Go back to sleep," she tsks softly, fingers of one hand tracing absent little circles at the base of his spine. "Got you."

And never, ever letting go.

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Its hard to say no to that, and the hug and her face in his hair, and body heat. It doesn't take any convincing for him to close his eyes and fall right to sleep against her, cradled close under the covers.

But not before he whispers "Wake me up, so I can leave before the morning. Juz a nap..." as he shivers closer when her fingers tickle his back. And then he's gone, breathing against her, dead to all the world except her.

(( OOC: Good here? ))

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Yup! Aaaa they're so adorable. ♥

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