The Cape Rouge, Tuesday... Noon?

[okteiviakom]

Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day.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.

[ooc: Open!]

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[okteiviakom]

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.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke held still to let her.

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[betterthanaplan]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[betterthanaplan]

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

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia just closed her eyes and breathed him in.

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

[betterthanaplan]

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.)

[okteiviakom]

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.

[betterthanaplan]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

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

[betterthanaplan]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke would take it. Happily.

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[betterthanaplan]

And all Duke was eating was toast!

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

[okteiviakom]

"Either would probably be good for you."

Maybe for slightly different reasons, but both good.

[betterthanaplan]

"Not for you?" Duke asked, peering down at her.

[okteiviakom]

It took a moment, but Octavia looked up at him, eventually.

"I don't think heat's gonna work out with the hangover."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke hummed a little as he nodded.

"Pillows, though."

[okteiviakom]

"Those are different."

[betterthanaplan]

"We should do that, then."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched his face, just for a moment.

Then she said, softly, "Okay."

She wasn't in the mood to deny him anything.

[betterthanaplan]

"Okay," Duke said. He pushed a lock of wet hair out of his face. "I might shower first though."

He was starting to notice how cold he was, yes.

[okteiviakom]

"Probably a good idea," Octavia murmured with a tiny nod.

Paused, hesitated.

"You want company?"