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The Initiative picked an interesting time to bring me back. [The fully armored man on screen sighed, flopping back against the wall from where he was sitting and eying the tablet in his lap. He might even be looking a little exasperated, if one were capable of noticing that through his body language and tone. When considering that most of his facial expressions were hidden beneath that visor well enough.] Especially when it looks like a lot of people are getting sick, thanks to our friends beyond the wall.

So it'd probably be a good idea to stay away from crowds if you'd prefer not to join them.

[A quick second pause, tapping his finger on his leg a few times, before finally shrugging.]

Looks like I'll have to figure out what's changed about this place later, once things calm down.

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I'd hope not, all things considering. [The redhead reaches over and plucks the helmet from his grasp, turning it over in her hands.] Nothing too new for either of us it seems, which might be for the best.

[She glances at him from the corner of her eye.] If you're okay without the armor for a little, I wouldn't mind a decent hug.

[He gives no protest when she makes for the helmet, only glancing down when realizing what she was doing and following the movement to see where it ends up. At least until her voice drew him away.]

I suppose so. [Light, little shift of his weight before sending her a smile in response.] But I think I can survive, so long as you're the only one asking.

[Meaning, he'll go ahead and let his armor revert to the more hug-friendly version, with the usual flashy transformation that went with it. The helmet, that had previously been in Kallen's hands, flying from them in order to break apart in midair and reform with the rest of the technological bits and pieces, to create the matching pair of armored gloves. Leaving him, as per usual, in his black, skin-tight undersuit.]

How's that?

For your sake, I had better be the only one asking. [She's chuckling despite her warning comment, moving over towards him once more. Her arms are back around him as she hugs him tightly, forehead resting against him.]

Stupid question. [Kallen sounds slightly amused at him asking. The next comment is said in a much quieter voice, though still audible to him.] I missed you.

You're the only one who can put up with me.

[The grin she gets, as he wraps his arms around her in return, falters a little at the last part. Though it's only when he's sure her eyes weren't focused in his direction, before he's burying his face into her hair and holding her a smidgen tighter. In some attempt to make it clear he's sorry for putting her through that again.] I know.

[At this point, she's setting the banter aside in favor of enjoying the familiar contact. She stays like this for what seems like a while before squeezing once more and pulling back a little.]

Come on in. The others aren't here right now, and we do have some food if you're hungry.

[Protesting, a little, when he feels her move away. Something he reflects by giving her a sigh, before he's shifting back to glance down at her. Although at the mention of food, his stomach made a point to settle any arguments he might of had, which were none, by giving a low growl. If simply because he was kind of starving, now that he actually took notice of it.]

Yeah. [Rubbing the back of his neck with a laugh, appearing a little embarrassed.] Food would be nice.

I'm afraid I know you too well sometimes.

[Kallen's already opening the door and motioning for him to follow, heading towards the kitchen area as she goes.] Just close the door behind you; I think we've got something reheatable right now...

[Just sort of shrugs in silence, with both hands extended outwards, before he's following her inside and doing what he's told.]

Whatever you have is fine. [He halts, reconsiders, and then moves over towards the kitchen to lean against the counter.] As long as I'm not stealing somebody else's food, of course.

No, it's mine; you're good. [She grabs something from the fridge and sticks it in the microwave before pressing a few buttons to get it going. Once it's warming up, Kallen turns back to face him.]

You'll need clothes once more, won't you?

I might be able to go buy a couple things, but yeah. [He sighs, rearranging his arms so they'd fold along the counter top.] But it's not a dire necessity. I can stick with the armor for a couple weeks or so.

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It's a better idea for now, since people are still getting sick. Once things settle, we can find you some decent clothes. [She can't help but give a half grin at the situation.] I'd offer you some of mine, but it doesn't exactly work that way.

[Rookie scrunches his nose at the thought.] Tempting as that is, I don't think I have the right curves for most of your clothes.

But speaking of, you haven't been feeling sick or anything lately, have you?

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I'd comment, but I don't want to hurt your self esteem. [She shakes her head in response to the question.]

Nothing yet, but I'm not ruling out the possibility. If I even sneeze, I'm kicking you out. Both of us don't need this garbage.

[She gets an amused eyesquint, because he's not exactly sure what she was implying, but he'll let it pass in favor of the other topic.]

Good luck trying. You really think I'd leave you by yourself? [Haha, no.]

Not at all. [Kallen chuckles, a smile making its way on to her face. As the microwave continues to hum, she crosses the kitchen area to join Rookie, leaning against the counter beside him.]

That's what I'm grateful for.

Mm. [The moment she's closer, he's shifting his weight in her direction and draping an arm along her shoulders. The edges of his mouth still pulled in that ever present smile.] Long as we're clear on that.

[She leans into the hug with a chuckle.] The feeling goes both ways, sorry to tell you.

[As if on cue, the microwave dings. Kallen glances up at Rook.] You want to get that, or should I?

Was afraid you'd say that.

[Rookie chuckles never the less, before Kallen's question gets an added grin as he wordlessly maneuvered his way over towards the microwave in order to get his plate. Only to stop when he realized he was missing something, and quickly glanced around for a moment or two until he finally let his eyes go back to her with a quirk of a brow.]

So, uh... where are the forks?

Second drawer on your left when facing the counter. Cups are above you on the right, and you'll want to stick to water or the fruit punch in the fridge. The other stuff belongs to my roommates.

[She walks over, intending to join him, though she makes a beeline for the fridge instead.] There should be some other stuff in here somewhere... You'll probably want more than what you have there.

Ah. [Turning his head to the places mentioned, Rookie then settles the plate down on the counter top before he's moving to grab a fork and cup. Only for him to tilt his head and crack a smile when noticing what she was doing from over his shoulder.]

You really do know me too well.

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