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Ready. [Diana wishes she could do more for him, wishes she could show Mick how she's come to care for him. But she'll ease back, try and watch him for cues about what he might need.

If she can read a man like Bruce Wayne, she can learn Mick Rory.

She also might be smiling a bit as they start to clean up the mess from their rather enthusiastic union.]

They clean up and toss the spoiled and messed food. The beers survived so he puts them in the fridge to get cold before standing and kind of seeming unsure a little. ]

Uh...Wanna stay and watch a movie or something?

[Diana would rather rest, or take the time to process, but she isn't ready to leave his side yet. So she nods, taking up a spot on the couch.]

I'd like that. You pick though.

[If she wants to go, he won't stop her. He just doesn't know what to do.]

Okay. [He sits on the couch and settles leaving plenty of room for her to sit where she likes while he tries to find something for them to watch. He settles on an old American Western to with Clint Eastwood in all his glory.

[Diana has never seen a Western, so as the movie progresses and The Man With No Name wreaks his terrible vengeance on the town she curls up against his side.

Careful. Slow.

While she wants the contact she doesn't want to press for more than what Mick is ready for.]

A curious movie.
The bullets move rather slowly.

Yeah, Normal bullets don't move like that. [He wraps an arm around her shoulders letting her know its okay to do that but he's not going to straight up say he wants her to do it...cause ya know..feelings.]

[She smiles into his shoulder when Mick drapes his arm around her, allowing her closer. Then it's back to he movie as one hand rests lightly on his leg.

Then it's back to the movie and doing her best not to object more to the movies questionable rope work and tactics. Mick is warm and solid and nice to simply be with.]

[Mick is content to just enjoy the time together and not read into it or think about it too much. When the movie ends though and it's starting to get dark he knows she needs to go home.]

You could stay tonight. If ya wanted too. [He says instead.]

[To be honest, she drowses against him after a bit. Mick is warm and solid and even a spaghetti western at it's best isn't all that engaging to a warrior. Entertaining, but the day has been filled with enough emotion that she's relatively exhausted.

A hum at the offer and she shifts to kiss him gently. Nothing searching or seeking, just simple contact.] I'd like that.

[Mick gives her a small half smile and gently takes her hand to help her stand up. He leads her back to the bedroom. It's not tidy..but its not smelly at least. He releases her hand so he can go brush his teeth and pee and then comes out of the bathroom.]

You want a shirt to sleep in?

[She's come to value those small smiles of his, the ones when his guard is down and he seems genuinely content with things.]

Yes, please. [And she takes one of his shirts to the bathroom to change and freshen up a bit before returning to him. She can spend another night with him like this, laying close and wrapped up in warm arms.]

[Mick settles in the bed while she's in the bathroom and when she comes back he holds an arm out in invitation.]. I'm glad you stayed

[She works her hair into a quick braid, falling in a heavy coil across one shoulder before slipping on Mick's shirt and returning to him. It feels right like this, moving to lay with him and she smiles as he opens his arms to her and she slips into bed with him.

A kiss to his cheek as she settles in.] So am I.

I'm glad that you asked.

[Mick lets her relax against him as he slowly lets sleep come over him dragging him into his dreams]