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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[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.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not like I can't handle losing sleep," Marc added, in case that was a factor. He took a bite of his sandwich as well because hey, good excuse to not talk anymore.

[totalwildcard]

"You barely sleep as it is," Harley... agreed. Sure, let's call it agreement.

It was around a bite, too, because of course it was.

[hasaknightjob]

"Exactly," Marc said. Since as far as he was concerned she was agreeing with him.

[totalwildcard]

"You're lucky I'm not a restless sleeper."

She was such restless sleeper, he just didn't tend to wake up from all of her rolling around all over the bed.

"'Cause I'm pretty sure most of it is with me. Your sleep."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had slept through worse, was the thing. Harley being unable to stick to one spot wasn't going to do it.

"I sleep at home," Marc said. "Not every night, but yeah."

[totalwildcard]

"... You do?"

Congrats on that being surprising, Marc!

[hasaknightjob]

"Got my own bedroom and everything," Marc said.

Okay, back when he and Steven first came to the island Marc hadn't really used what had been designated as his bedroom. But things were different now that Steven and Watts were living together.