socloverit: (if the world says it's time to go)
Clover Field ([personal profile] socloverit) wrote2016-08-17 07:47 pm
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week 11, wednesday afternoon

[She's been maybe sort of kind of putting this off. She shouldn't bother him while he's recovering, she doesn't want to make things weird, she doesn't want to deal with Marinette too, he's probably not coignizant anyway. Excuses, excuses, excuses, and it isn't until Wednesday that Clover gets the fuck over herself, says he could have died, he could have died, he could have died again and again and deigns to be out and about at regular human hours; kitchen first, then the medbay.

She does still wait until Marinette isn't around because she isn't that over what a shithead she is, but Wednesday afternoon, Clover peeks her head in around the medbay door—just being here makes her anxious; she hasn't stepped foot in this room in over a month, and she still glances up to the cabinets before she looks for Adrien.

aaaaand she's just standing here?? like okay the plan was to look for Marinette and then make sure Adrien was awake before she actually like walked in but in practice she's just like, standing half-in the doorway, scythe just kinda peeking out next to her, chillin'. hi, clover??
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monsieurchatastrophe: (take a climb)

[personal profile] monsieurchatastrophe 2016-08-17 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Adrien's awake and even sitting up-- he's not paying attention to the door, instead he seems to be trying to play furry crossing one handed. Even footsteps don't make him look up, Grell and Marinette having switched coming in and out a lot, but Plagg was sitting on his lap and did notice, and immediately goes to fly off into Adrien's jacket, which is enough to make him look up.]

--Clover! [his first reflex seems to be some form of pleased surprise before he hunches back in on himself, staring at his lap instead of at her. Of course she's not here for him, what is he, stupid? She hates him, he messed up. But he's already addressed her so all he can do is try to work through the awkwardness, probably:] Did you... were you looking for something? Grell's not around right now.

[she and grell get along, right? he has no idea anymore. he thinks he remembers them fighting monday morning, but...]
monsieurchatastrophe: (I'll paint the walls some more)

[personal profile] monsieurchatastrophe 2016-08-18 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks up at her when she comes in, frowning in confusion at the cookies. He tries to smile, awkward and unsure, but he ... doesn't understand. At all.] I... yeah? I like cookies. [it's weird, Clover'd never stricken him as the kind for pity, but he can't think of any other reason she'd bring them now, after everything. He doesn't know how to react to it at all.] Thank you. You didn't have to. [there's a second before he adds, hastily:] Not that I don't want them! I just mean... You didn't have to force yourself to...

[he swallows dryly and forces his smile to stay in place]

You don't have to force yourself to be nice to me because I'm injured. I know you hate me.
monsieurchatastrophe: (then after lunch it's puzzles)

[personal profile] monsieurchatastrophe 2016-08-18 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Really?

[it's blurted out when she says it first, his voice small and ridiculously hopeful-- he might pretend otherwise but Clover's anger had obviously affected him, and the sheer relief that sentiment brings him staggers even him. It's also the mix of everything, probably-- he's felt himself too near a breaking point more times than he can count this week-- but just the knowledge that Clover doesn't hate him, that she tried to bring him cookies as an apology, it's enough to make his eyes well up and he tries to blink away tears rapidly, rubbing at his face with one hand and a wet laugh. His other arm moves to make the same movement to no avail, because he hasn't exactly unlearned that yet.]

I do, I-- I do like them, m'sorry, I don't know why I'm-- [he takes in a shuddering breath] Thank you.
monsieurchatastrophe: (I just have to do it)

[personal profile] monsieurchatastrophe 2016-08-18 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[the hug takes him by surprise, and it's enough to choke out a sob out of him as he tries to hug her back as best he can.]

I thought-- I really thought... [he can't explain himself properly, not right now, not in the state he's in, all he can do is grab at her and try to bring his breathing back to normal so he stops crying, fuck--] I kept messing up and I never wanted to make you feel worse, you have to believe me--! But someone would've fought back or done something if we hadn't and...

[yeah he can't even form a sentence anymore, too busy trying to stop his crying]
monsieurchatastrophe: (and wondering and wondering)

[personal profile] monsieurchatastrophe 2016-08-18 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[I GUESS THAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN FOR A FEW MINUTES, THEN. A lot of mutual hugging and crying. After some time's passed, Adrien's calmed down enough to at least breathe properly, still clinging to Clover but trying to move so they can, like, have an actual conversation, maybe? Well. They can try.]

... I didn't even know you could bake. [he Tried and that's what's important. apparently.] I'm glad... m'glad you're okay, though. I was worried.

[he means about her mental state after everything, but it probably feels ridiculous to hear that from the kid who is in the medbay with over half an arm missing.]