Jenni experienced a little thrill at how easily he plucked her up, like the effort was nothing. The voice of caution pointed out that he could probably do anything he wanted to her without breaking a sweat, and her only recourse would be a use of power, but she had no trouble shushing it. She felt supported and secure in his arms, and she was running the show for the moment. With him doing most of the work of keeping her in place, one hand was free to rake through the hair over his ear, combing it back from his face and adding a little flourish to this kiss.
The Narrative Laws supplied a passing agent shouting at them to "get a room!" This was summarily ignored.
And he forgave her balking and almost messing everything up, and took the trouble to say as much. How great was that? "I'm glad," she responded with warm smile to match her tone.
This close, she had to lean her head back to actually focus on his face. The awkwardness of this arrangement was becoming more apparent by the second. She shifted herself and slid back to the floor, then took him by the hand. "Come on. You can't be comfortable like that. We can do better."
She led the way—whatever thoughts she'd entertained about Headquarters, spending the rest of the night (such as it was) in the corridors was not on her agenda—and for a wonder it wasn't all that long before the double-doored entrance to Section 31 appeared. For an even greater wonder, whoever was supposed to be at the nurses' station had apparently nipped out for the moment, so they were able to slip into room C-14 without any embarrassing run-ins. No doubt the Ironic Overpower was storing up an extra helping of hilarious mishaps for later, but at the moment it wasn't worth worrying. Not this time, universe, not this time.
"Well, here we are," Jenni said once her door was safely closed and locked behind them.
The room was not large, but she'd arranged the furnishings such that it was effectively divided into a sleeping space at the far end and a working space they'd entered into. Each side had a rug, and she'd found spaces for a few useful plants (the non-sentient sort), which softened the harsh Generic Surface construction. The whole room held the complex herbaceous scent Suicide had noticed on her earlier, emanating in particular from a cupboard above her desk, but there was also a hint of the sweet smell that seemed ubiquitous in the presence of small children. The desk, sitting against the left wall, straddled the midline of the room, with a computer on the office side and a much-used hotplate and tea paraphernalia on the other. Also against the left-hand wall, nearest to them, there was a bookshelf that faced a two-seater couch on the right-hand wall—because what shrink's office would be complete without a couch?
The far end of the room showed signs of her hasty departure earlier. In the back right corner, a smallish wardrobe hung open, showing its slightly disheveled contents. Her white jacket hung over one of the doors. A child's bed sat in front of it against the right wall, with toys haphazardly dropped on top. Jenni's own bed against the back wall was festooned with a few discarded shirt options and a particularly bedraggled, brown, dragon-shaped plush toy.
She grinned apologetically. "Uh, sorry about the mess. Give me two ticks to pick up." She started with the fire-lizard plush, tossing him gently to Henry's bed.
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