Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

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[sentryslinger]

[He sets his pencil down, thinking.]

And I don't expect you've seen a doctor about this particular problem, have you?

[not_onyourside]

Well I am certainly not going to tell Medic. He would probably want to extract whatever ees wrong wez me and weaponize eet.

[sentryslinger]

[There's another crack of thunder, one loud enough to rumble the building.]

He might. Those Medics y'all have on RED seem less stable than any I've known on BLU.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy cringes, curling into a ball. So much for his peaceful nap.]

I zhink everyone on RED ees less stable. Maybe zhat ees how zhey decide who goes to what team. Or how zhey recruit people.

[sentryslinger]

Would you include yourself in that figure?

[not_onyourside]

I am sure zhe BLU Spy has no trouble getting to sleep at nights.

[sentryslinger]

I wouldn't know. He and I don't talk much.

[He sets his eyes on that cringing ball under the covers.]

I knew a Pyro one time who was afraid of storms like this. Most of 'em don't like the rain, but he was terrified of 'em.

[not_onyourside]

I only knew zhe one at Badwater and he seemed decent enough.

[Not that Spy really talked to him, not when he was wearing clothes anyway.]

Why would someone who burns people to deazh be afraid of a storm?

[sentryslinger]

It was the rain for most of 'em. The thunder reminded him too much of explosions. He didn't like those, either.

[He sets his notebook down and heads to the closet, pulling out his dress pants and sliding into them.]

I'm gonna see if I can scrounge up some hot chocolate. That usually worked for him. Maybe it'll work here.

[not_onyourside]

Eet sounds like metal trays being dropped on zhe floor.

[Which reminded him of things he didn't want to think about. He rolls over to protest that he's not anything like a Pyro, but hot chocolate actually sounds good.

Silently cursing he rolls back up into a ball. He'll be sure to tell Engineer how not like Pyros he is ... later.]

Zhank you.

[sentryslinger]

It's no problem at all, partner. I'll be back in a minute.

[He puts on his dress shoes and heads out. It's several minutes later before he comes back, but at least he's carrying two mugs and a coffee pot full of hot cocoa.]

I had to convince the cooks to make it, but I did get it. You still awake?

[not_onyourside]

I am still awake.

[ He sits up, pulling the covers up around him so he's still cocooned]

Zhank you. Zhat ees very kind of you.

[He takes the mug, smiling at the familiar scent of chocolate.]

[sentryslinger]

[He smiles, happy to help, and settles on his bed with his own mug, leaving the coffee pot on the night stand.]

Anything to help.

[not_onyourside]

[He sips it happily, warming his hands and his insides.]

You are far kinder zhan I deserve.

[But he's still not anything like a Pyro.]

[sentryslinger]

I'm just tryin' to repay you in some way. If gettin' you hot chocolate and talkin' you through a storm is what it takes, then that's what I'll do.

[not_onyourside]

You really are a fixer of problems.

You do not need to repay me, I am always happy to go on vacation.

[sentryslinger]

It'll ease my mind if I do.

[not_onyourside]

I do not understand.

[sentryslinger]

Just trust me on this one, Spy.

[He tops off his mug as thunder booms again outside.]

[not_onyourside]

Eef you say so.

[he still doesn't understand, but he'll accept it. For now. He drains his mug, enjoying the warmth before setting the mug to the side and sliding back down into his blanket cocoon.]

Do not let me sleep too long, I do not want to let zhose fish go to waste.

[sentryslinger]

You take as long as you need.

[He finishes his mug and settles back on his bed, resuming his work. The warmth from the drink must have gotten to him, too- he's asleep soon enough, pencil still in his hand.

So much for not letting Spy sleep too long- it's at least an hour, and the storm has only picked up outside.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy is sound asleep, cuddled into a ball with his arms around the pillow when a horrifically loud clap of thunder erupts overhead, startling him awake and shaking the windows.

He's out of bed in an instant, panting and looking around wildly before he realizes where he is. Running a hand over his face he starts to climb back in his bed only to glance over at still upright form of Engineer. On second thought he drags all his blankets around himself, settling onto the edge of Engie's bed, keeping his distance still, but wanting closeness during the storm.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer shifts as he dozes, settling further into the pillows propped behind him. The clap of thunder is followed by another rumble shortly thereafter- while neither really drag him from his sleep, they rouse him enough for him to realize how cold he is. Most of his clothes are hanging in the bathroom, after all. Reaching toward the side of the bed for the edge of the blanket, his hand bumps into something that's already there.

That's what makes him open his eyes- he hadn't expected there to be another body in his bed. He can't say he's surprised though, as he looks to the window and to the storm outside, the wind and rain having intensified since he last looked.

It's not all that unfamiliar of a situation for Engineer: this isn't the first time he's woken up during a storm to find someone has joined him in his bed, looking for companionship to fight away fear. It's the first time it's a Spy instead of a Pyro, but the sentiment is all the same. And the solution is as well, he assumes. Engineer tugs the comforter out from under Spy, pulling it toward the center of the bed so he doesn't roll off, then slides under it himself, throwing the rest over the bundle of blankets that's sharing his sleeping space.

With a nod to himself, he settles in again, closing his eyes, listening to the rain, and thinking of good times.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy welcomes the addition of another layer of blankets, less because he's cold and more because the weight is comforting. He half expected Engineer to kick him out and back into his own bed so he can't help but smile to himself and inch a bit closer when he feels the bed shift as his companion slides under the comforter next to him.

He doesn't come out from the blankets he's wrapped in, so Engineer isn't getting cuddled, but Spy remains at his side for at least another hour or two, actually getting some sleep while the storm rages outside.

When he wakes back up he doesn't move, staying in the warm cavern he's created and watching the darkened window as the rain continues to pour. At least the lightning and thunder seems to have moved on.]

[sentryslinger]

[While Spy wakes up, Engineer continues to nap, the early morning having worn him out more than he thought. He shifts in his sleep, turning over so he's right against that bundle of blankets, scooting next to it to share some of that warmth.

Yes Spy, that sound is him snoring. At least it's relatively light.]