Random Hotel Room, Sunday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders woke up first, surprised by the now-unfamiliar rhythm of someone else breathing next to him. It took him the smallest fraction of a second before he realized the shape next to him was Kathy.

His head spun. He'd had too much to drink the night before; they both had. She might wake up and decide this was a one-off, that they shouldn't spoil fifteen years of mostly platonic friendship over a drunken mistake.

She might. But deep in his most selfish heart, he hoped that she wouldn't.

He curved closer to her, enjoying the moment as much as he could before what he feared would be its inevitable end.

[OOC: For one, please!]

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[not_every_mage]

"Dating is an excellent way to lose your faith in humanity," Anders groaned. "No, there's no one. Between school and DMC I haven't really had time to pursue anything."

Strangely, his attempts at dating had died off just as Kathy's marriage thudded to an end.

"I don't think I want anybody else either, but we can talk again if we change our minds."

[spin_kick_snap]

Strange that.

"We can always talk to each other. Always have been. About anything," Kathy said, dipping forward to kiss him again. Her lips lingered on his before slowly pulling away. "That was all I wanted, you know. Back before that fucking portal. You and me, with Dante coming back home with us sometimes. That was my idea of the perfect future."

[not_every_mage]

"It would have been pretty close to perfect for me, too," Anders said, lips still tingling from her kiss. "I think my fantasy would have had more puddles of gold and worldwide renown, but the you and Dante bit would have been the same."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Instead we get puddles of blood and hell-wide infamy," Kathy said with a chuckle. "You sure we're worth it?"

[not_every_mage]

"Most days? Absolutely," Anders chuckled. "Besides, I haven't run off to seek fame and fortune yet, have I?"

[spin_kick_snap]

"Nope," Kathy agreed. "You've sunk into debt and hard work instead. I guess you'll just have to be happy with whatever you find at home instead."

Like a bendy and bouncy girlfriend and a...whatever Dante was going to be?

[not_every_mage]

"Poor me," Anders said, not sounding too put out at all. "You're going to have to keep me satisfied if you want me to stick around."

He stretched, utterly content.

"Speaking of satisfied, did you still need healing, or are you all right?"

[spin_kick_snap]

"I could still use some," Kathy admitted, stretching out a little. "At least if we wanted to continue carrying on the way we did last night. Otherwise, you can leave it." She gave him a little smirk. "Otherwise, I want to keep the burn with me all morning. As a reminder."

That kind of aching soreness that said both well-used and well done.

[not_every_mage]

Anders blushed at the reminder of the carrying on.

"I'll heal you," he said, fingers moving to brush against her underpants. "And then tonight we'll go home sore. Best of both worlds."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Ha, I did wear you out," Kathy crowed, giving him a swift and giggly kiss. "I knew you were just bragging before. Heal me, love, and I guess we can go be part of the wider world for awhile."

[not_every_mage]

"Maybe a little," Anders conceded, and sent a warm glow of healing magic through Kathy's nethers. "But Maker, do we have to go out? There are other people there. People who I don't even want to see naked."

[spin_kick_snap]

"There are some people I should see," Kathy said softly. "People who haven't had a chance to see a Kathy in twenty years. I may not be the right one for them, but..." She shrugged. "I think it hurts and helps in equal measures. So I might go out for a little while. But not long, I don't think."

Because it mostly just hurt her.

[not_every_mage]

"No, it wouldn't be very fun if you did it for long," Anders said sympathetically. "I should say hello to a few people too. Text m when you're ready to meet up again?"

[spin_kick_snap]

It wouldn't be long at all, not after her encounter with Ezra. Even her conversations with Ringo and Alluka couldn't stack up to that.

"I will," she promised. "I'll probably need a friend when I'm done. Someone who looks at me and sees me, not a ghost."

Or a zombie.