Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

Harley was having a quiet day in.

... What? It happened! It was allowed! Even the most high energy rogues had to take days off sometimes. There was a marathon of some awful reality show on the TV - oh, also, she had a TV now, a vintage one with a great aesthetic and terrible reception! - and she had a comfy onesie on and a takeout order on the way.

What more could a girl need?

(for one!)

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[totalwildcard]

"You look good anywhere," Harley felt compelled to say, "but with proper, bright TV lights --"

And then she turned her attention from the TV and the middle distance of her inner thoughts towards him - and blinked like she was seeing him properly for the first time that afternoon. Including finally taking in his arm on the back of the couch, and how cozily close to her that put him.

"Oh," she murmured, suddenly smitten. "Hi."

[hasaknightjob]

"Still here," Marc replied.

Look, he got needing to reorient yourself to your current situation. No surprise or judgement on his part, simply confirmation.

[totalwildcard]

Okay, but why was he saying words instead of leaning in to kiss her hello?

Here, Harley could show him how that worked!

[hasaknightjob]

There was a brief moment of adjustment because he was still holding his half of a sandwich. But the end result was kissing Harley so Marc had motivation to take care of that quickly and return the gesture.

[totalwildcard]

Oh, Harley was clutching her half of the sandwich like her life depended on it, it was fine. Might've made things a little more awkward than they needed to be, but that was fine.

She seemed pretty pleased with the kiss all the same. If the happy little noise was any indication.

[hasaknightjob]

Had Marc maybe been wondering about the status of kisses or happy noises as of that afternoon? Not that he'd admit. But there was something like a smile on his lips which indicated if nothing else he didn't mind them.

[totalwildcard]

Harley kept at it for another happy noise or two, before pulling back. Slightly. She may have stolen another peck against the corner of his lips, which indicated how far she'd actually got to.

"Hello," she sighed, happily.

[hasaknightjob]

"Hi," Marc replied. He maybe looked, you know, not unhappy. "Just waking up?"

Look, it'd be a valid question for him even though a conversation had been going on already.

[totalwildcard]

"Might be," Harley told him, and something like mischief slid into her expression. "Or maybe I'm daydreaming."

[hasaknightjob]

"That mean I'm not real?" Marc asked. He looked thoughtful. "Can't say it doesn't make sense."

[totalwildcard]

"Maybe it means you're dreamy," Harley retorted.

Not that hallucinations were ever entirely out of the question.

[hasaknightjob]

"Sure that's not a nightmare?" Marc replied. Not fully serious though. More obligatory than anything.

[totalwildcard]

And in response, Harley rolled her eyes at him, as theatrical as always.

"Please," she huffed, "this'd actually be creative for one of my nightmares."

[hasaknightjob]

"Because of the sandwich?" Marc asked. He turned his over in his hand. "Pretty realistic."

[totalwildcard]

"No," Harley replied, matter-of-factly, "but just 'cause there's not somekinda distorted version of Mr. J tryin' to throw me out of my house."

Her nightmares were boring with how predictable they were.

[hasaknightjob]

That arm around Harley's shoulders maybe got a little tighter.

"It's your place," Marc said. Okay she'd stolen it but squatter's rights or something. "Nobody kicks you out."

[totalwildcard]

"And nobody's trying to." As much as poor Remy had stepped on that nerve unwittingly. "And won't, if it's up to me."

[hasaknightjob]

"Long as that's clear," Marc said. He looked at her curiously. "You get that a lot? Those dreams?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley shrugged like it was no big deal. "A bunch, and it's almost always the same bullshit over and over." And another eye roll. "Like, get some new material, brain, we get it."

[hasaknightjob]

"Huh," Marc said as he tried to ponder it. "Sounds like it sucks."

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, nightmares usually do."

But she seemed very 'enh, what can you do?' about it. Complete with another shrug.

[hasaknightjob]

"You had any when I've been here?" Marc asked. He couldn't remember her acting like she was having a nightmare, but maybe he'd slept through it.

[totalwildcard]

"Probably," Harley said, easy and immediate - only to frown a little, cocking her head. "Or... maybe not?"

She couldn't actually remember waking up from one and not being alone in bed.

(Or next to a giant hyena. Sometimes Bruce was there.)

"Huh."

[hasaknightjob]

"Could wake me up if you need to," Marc told her. He shrugged, indicating he didn't know how much that'd be worth to her, but the offer was there.

[totalwildcard]

"Huh," Harley said, again, only for a slightly different reason. "Good to know."

And she finally bit into her sandwich. Maybe because metaphorical chewing on something went well with actual chewing.