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]

"How so?"

Well, it was an obvious question.

[hasaknightjob]

"That bed's theirs now," Marc said. "Be weird if I slept in it. Plus them spending time together isn't just on dates and shit. They still do those. But you know how it is. Somebody you care about is around, you wanna get your hands on 'em."

[totalwildcard]

Harley frowned at him, confused.

"... Yeah but that sounds like exactly what I thought was happening."

[hasaknightjob]

"You were making it sound like it was every night," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah," Harley agreed, "but when you said there'd been a change when those two moved in together, I thought it would be something... less obvious. Since it was worth mentioning?"

Harley was prone to skipping things she thought were too obvious to mention, after all. Whether they were actually that for anyone else or not.

[hasaknightjob]

"I dunno," Marc said. What was obvious to other people about relationships was not necessarily obvious to him, and vice versa. "They spend more time together? They got the bed? There was stuff."

[totalwildcard]

"So you used to sleep... more, before?" Harley hazarded a guess.

She was just trying to follow.

[hasaknightjob]

"They're on more of a schedule," Marc said. "The house has me out more. We're working around all that."

[totalwildcard]

"O...kay?"

That was not an answer to the question she'd been asking, but it was an answer, so good enough!

"Good for you?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc waved it off. Using the hand with the sandwich. "Steven's thrilled I guess."

[totalwildcard]

"Because of a schedule?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Because I'm out more," Marc said. "Before the house I didn't really need to. I mainly laid back and let Steven have things."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, right, it's that thing again," Harley replied, nodding sagely over her sandwich. "The 'Marc has a life' thing, I know the one."

[hasaknightjob]

"Exactly," Marc said, gesturing at her with the sandwich. "So if anything now I sleep more. With the body. Not just in the background."

[totalwildcard]

"And even in your own bed!" Harley replied, half a tease. "Impressive."

[hasaknightjob]

"Change of pace," Marc replied, because he could be wry when he wanted to.

Then he took a bite of his sandwich. Which was on rye. A detail only Steven would appreciate.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave a soft huff, then also bit back into her sandwich.

Okay, chomped into it. And then finally looked at the sandwich while she chewed, and gave a thoughtful hum.

"Well it's not Brooklyn good," she noted, "but it is pretty good."

[hasaknightjob]

"Got to try Katz's in the early days when we visited Watts's old Toronto," Marc told her. Did Harley's world have a Katz's? Great question. "That was pretty good."

[totalwildcard]

"What, like in... old fancy hat Toronto?" Harley asked, raising her eyebrows. Really giving them a workout. "You can do that?"

General 'you'.

[hasaknightjob]

"Wore a fancy hat and everything," Marc confirmed.

Okay it'd been Steven's hat but Marc had popped in so he'd worn it and thus it counted.

[totalwildcard]

Harley did not seem particularly concerned with getting caught up in the particulars, at least.

"Ooooh," she cooed. "Must've looked dapper!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Fedora," he said, in case that helped with her mental image.

[totalwildcard]

"Actual fedora or the thing people keep calling a fedora when it's not?"

Important distinction!

"Yanno, so I can picture it accurately."

[hasaknightjob]

"Actual fedora," Marc confirmed, because it was indeed an important distinction. "Not the one that tells everybody you're an asshole."

[totalwildcard]

"Ooh, good choice," Harley replied, lighting up in that way that she sometimes did when something really got her imagination going. "I'd make eyes at that guy from across a crowded... whatever's appropriate for fancy hat era Toronto, I dunno."