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The Cape Rouge, Tuesday... Noon?

Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day. On Sunday, she and Duke had landed back in Fandom, and she'd failed to sleep much during the night, leading to her then passing out for most of the day, instead. And then she'd gone out to the Nest, gotten drunk, come back to the boat, and failed to fall asleep properly again until it had already been close to Tuesday morning.

And now that she had finally woken up again, she had no concept of what time it was, anymore.

But she knew her head hurt, and she felt nauseous and a little jittery. All of which felt like... oddly grounding things, after the past couple of days. Maybe it was the way her body finally felt fully as awful as the rest of her already had.

Anyway, she was keeping a close proximity to walls as she made her way out of the bedroom, finally, and towards the galley. Just in case she needed the support.

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Duke flicked her a faintly strained smile. Strained by how he was feeling, not by anything she had done.

Not that he was about to mention feeling like shit unless or until they asked him directly.

(At least he wasn't coughing up blood.)

"How was your night?"

Had the drinking helped?

"I don't remember," Octavia murmured. It was true for some details, at least? Maybe not for everything. "Hurts now, though."

Duke hummed and nodded. Sipped his glass of water.

(See? He definitely shouldn't start drinking again now.)

Octavia wouldn't recommend it.

(It had felt good in the moment. But the price seemed high and the effects were... short-lived, at best.)

She nodded back, just watching him. Movement stalled, for now.

He wasn't doing anything interesting. Just drinking his water.

The paleness could be explained by the cold water that still dripped a little from his hair?

It could. And right now Octavia wasn't managing to worry about it, but... Maybe later she'd make some unfortunate connections.

She just watched.

Maybe in a second she'd realize it was awkward or weird or something.

Duke flicked a glance down at his wetsuit. Did he have seaweed on him or something?

"You look good," Octavia muttered, almost like she'd been caught, "in the suit."

That earned her a little smile.

"Almost as good as being naked."

He smiled.

She moved, finally, closer. Feeling awkward and weird about it (see, there it was), but still moving to where she could gently and gingerly lean against his side.

Duke held still to let her.

"Not too cold?" he checked. "I'm still pretty wet."

"I don't care."

With the way that she was feeling, the cool was actually pretty nice. She hesitated only for a second before sliding her arm around his waist.

Duke held still another moment, then leaned into her a little in return. Nibbling on his toast with his free hand.

He was worried about her. But she was here. He'd take that.

Funny, the feeling was mutual.

Octavia was holding nothing, and that meant that after a little more hesitation, she could slide her other arm around him, too, and just hold him.

Soaking up the cold.

Duke wasn't going to object. He rubbed slow circles on her back while working his way slowly through his toast.

So Octavia just closed her eyes and breathed him in.

Well, him and the ocean. Maybe even mostly the ocean.

He smelled a certain amount like ocean all the time. Now, it was just . . . fresher than it had been in a bit.

(Under that was something . . . different. Metallic. Not blood, just -- odd.)

Octavia was getting something like that, but she didn't know what it was, and that made it easy to ignore. Let it just be an unfamiliar part of the ocean scent.

"Are we still going to buy me a suit?" she murmured, after a while. It felt absurd to even think about doing normal things again, but...

Guess the hangover made her more willing to indulge the absurd.

"As long as you still want one," Duke said. "Whenever you're ready."

"I do," Octavia murmured. "Just not today."

Absolutely no one had thought of getting one today, and she knew it.

"Not today," Duke agreed with feeling. "Today is for . . . well, not doing that."

He couldn't think of anything he wanted to do right now other than just sit here like this, honestly.

"Yeah," Octavia murmured in agreement, "I don't know if today is for anything."

Except her trying to crawl back to both of them, by the look of it.

Duke would take it. Happily.

"Maybe today is for doing as little as possible."

"Already been unconscious for most of it," Octavia said, quietly. "Guess that's a head start."

Both of them were also taking a bazillion years to eat anything, which also had to count for something.

And all Duke was eating was toast!

"Definitely a good start. Maybe I'll head for the sauna next. Or the pillow room."

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