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Wheelsy AU ~ Tire changing

"You know Bill..." Clarice drawled cheerfully. "When you said you wanted to show me the nearest 'city' I thought you meant we'd actually get there." She took her hat off and fanned herself with it, the ballcap doing little to stir the hot, damp air, but at least it was better than glowering.

"And yeah, that really does look like dry rot in the spare there. Never seen it in a tire before but I've seen it in other materials..." She wasn't even sure why they had headed out. A better bar where no one expected him to fix their problems? A place she was suppose to get fitted for a civilian aid uniform? Who knew!

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"'Course, I wouldn't lie t'you."

Of course, he may be guilty of sometimes hiding truths in what he perceives as the best interest of others, but he hasn't really done that with her.

"An' don't worry, it ain't like I'm hard up or nothin'. I promise, it ain't no burden havin' you here. It's actually nice."

"I know you wouldn't, I just..." yeah. She needed to be reassured sometimes and wasn't going to push past three repetitions? She shrugged and slipped her ram around his waist, using him as a handy prop to keep her icepack against her ribs.

"And I know you're not. I like being here. It's just weird to be more dependent than I normally am."

He shuffles along down the hall, leaning into her for balance.

"Just know I don't mind. S'nice t'be needed sometimes."

Hey, their leaning kind of cancelled out in the middle! Hah! Who said it was impossible to walk a straight line when drunk?! "I don't mind needing people as long as I can be needed too. A balance." That'd be nice. She worked well with balances!

He nodded and ambled on down the hallway, not realizing until they were in front of his door that they'd passed her room on.

"Whoop, too far. Y'wanna head back, or is my place alright?"

"Babe, it's all your place," she pointed out with a laugh. "But ...I'm fine here. I'd have to walk all the way back there and I'm about walked out for tonight."

"Well, yeah, it is, but y'know... " he laughed and opened the door.

"C'mon. I think both of us are ready t'fall down."

"Past ready," she agreed easily. "And I bet your bed is awesome. Best stuff is always in the main bedroom!"

"No... okay, maybe, but only because mine is a bit newer. Is your bed awful? I c'n get you a new one."

He plopped down on the edge of the bed, putting the ice pack back against his face, and setting the peas down on the nightstand.

"My bed is fine. I'm just as used to camping and sleeping in trees as beds!" She chuckled and winced as that pulled as well. Damn bruising. "Doesn't mean I don't like to poke everything to see how it is!" She kicked her shoes off and kept her own ice packs snug against her ribs.

"Where would you prefer I sleep?" Where would she not be in the way or making him wake up?

Bill drank a bit more Gatorade, then set that on the nightstand as well.

"Wherever y'want. I think you're a bit more banged up than I am."

Kicking off his shoes, he emptied his pockets then laid back against the pillows, leaving plenty of room for her to choose from.

"Oh really?" She grinned at him then touched gentle fingers to his cheek, just below the bruising eye. "I don't have a shiner at least." Still, she had no idea what she'd caught in the ribs. A chair maybe?

Eh, whatever.

She kicked her own shoes off and curled on her good side beside him, head resting on Bill's shoulder in lieu of a pillow. "I warn you, I wiggle at night. And sometimes I have bad dreams."

He gave a small, soft smile, leaning slightly into her touch.

"S'okay, makes me look butch."

He was glad when she laid close to him, and was more than happy to serve as a pillow. Reaching over to flick off the light, he settled in.

"That's alright. Just know I'm here for you if y'do."

"My tough guy sheriff?" she chuckled and kissed his shoulder because it was there to be kissed! "Defending my honor and all...don't do that again it's dumb!" she grinned.

"Honor is a really dumb thing to get hurt over."

"Well y'can't expect me t'stand by when some guy is bein' a jackass."

It just wasn't in him to do that, no matter how easy going he was.

"You're too good a person t'be treated like that."

"People are jackasses. That's just how they come sometimes! I've heard a lot worse!" She had! She was a rebel, reality hopping freedom fighter! "Just because someone says it doesn't mean it's true!"

"Yeah, well, if y'can't say somethin' nice... " he countered.

"Goes against my upbringin' t'let somethin' like that slide."

"You are genuinely, one hundred percent, a good guy. You know that right?" She tugged a blanket up to her hips, made sure her ice pack wouldn't slide, then slipped an arm across Bill's chest. "I may still laugh and facepalm if this happens again though."

"I don't know if I'd go the whole hundred percent," he chuckled, bringing his hand up to lay over hers on his chest.

"I'm sure there's a thing or three I could improve on. But don't worry, I also ain't that jealous guy who's gonna be pickin' fights all the time."

He yawned, and laying back with her like this has the night settling in fast with a sleepy feeling.

"I'll try an' not be too much of a handful for you."

"Alright, but I'll insist on ninety-nine percent okay?" He couldn't convince her otherwise! He couldn't!

Hmmm...

"I don't do jealousy, I don't. But I don't mind a handful or two. It can be a lot of fun..." Why yes, yes she was veing laviscious at him! "Not tonight though. Tired."

"I think I can live with that." A near perfect score was less intimidating than a perfect one.

He chuckled low at her next reply, shaking his head in amusement.

"You're somethin' else, girl, y'know that."

Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to her crown.

"An' that ain't a bad thing, neither."

"Well, if i wasn't something else I wouldn't be nearly so interesting." She grinned and closed her eyes after a jaw cracking yawn. "I mean how many normal people can pull off the pink? Really?"

Hmmm..."Think I"m going to skip running tomorrow. Wanna sleep in."

"Know I couldn't." Pink really wasn't his color.

"I am all for sleepin' in. If I ain't dead come tomorrow afternoon I'll take you t'lunch." Save them both the hassle of cooking.

"Well, hopefully you can handle it next to you even if you don't favor pink." She kissed his shoulder teasingly and snuggled back down.

"Sleep until we wake up, then play it by ear? I'm okay with no real plans."

"I don't mind pink at all like this."

He squeezed her hand, and let his eyes slip closed.

"That sounds good t'me."

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