1st Floor Rec Room, Thursday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

Atton was Atton. So of course he'd spent most of the past couple of days on the mainland getting laid. He still hadn't found any saner solution to deal with the island.

But it did mean that, on mornings such as this Thursday morning, he found himself practically crawling into the school, nursing a hangover, and collapsing on the closest couch he could find. Like the one in the rec room. Right in top of a couple of console controllers and a tennis ball.

Whatever.

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[notconflicted]

Sia was trying to keep a low profile for as long as this was going on, but sensing someone was in here when she was on her way back from class at least got her to poke her head in. And then the rest of her, too, because then she had to confirm that was who she thought it was.

"This is pretty predictable," she stated, just in case he didn't know that.

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh no," Atton muttered into the arm of the couch. "I'm predictable. That stings, princess."

[notconflicted]

"I'm very sorry to have to break this news to you," she said. "Is there something wrong with your room?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Stairs," Atton said. "Do you have any idea how many stairs there are up here?"

Whereas the couch only had the one step.

[notconflicted]

"Five flights of them. Though I assume your actual bed where no one's disturbing you would make it worth it." She was resolutely not thinking about that sentence, either.

[suitably_heroic]

"You've met my roommate," Atton pointed out. "You think she's gonna leave me alone?"

[notconflicted]

"I'm sure in this situation..." Jessica had been pointing out porn technique last night. "All right, good point."

[suitably_heroic]

"There's one for the history books," Atton muttered.

[notconflicted]

"Mark it in your calendar, you may never hear it again," she said lightly.

[suitably_heroic]

"I'll get right on that." Atton squinted up at her finally. "How are you holding up?"

[notconflicted]

She took a seat on the other arm of the couch, figuring that was a safe distance. "I'll be better when this is over and I shouldn't be allowed out of my room," she admitted. "I'm sure it's almost over."

[suitably_heroic]

"If you shouldn't be allowed out of your room, then why are you still here?" Atton asked sanely. "You know what happened last time this-- happened."

[notconflicted]

Hey, they were supposed to pretend that never happened.

"You don't look very interested and I don't feel like being told to leave so I think I can restrain myself," she assured him.

[suitably_heroic]

Which Atton did. Every time but now!

"Now who's predictable?"

[notconflicted]

Sia frowned. "How is that predictable?"

Don't fight, kids, that won't go well.

[suitably_heroic]

"Stubborn," Atton said, propping his head up. "I bet part of you is taking this like some kind of endurance trial you can be proud of or something."

[notconflicted]

"Hardly," Sia said, still frowning. "I was checking up on you. That's it."

[suitably_heroic]

"If that's the case, bring me a glass of water," Atton said, after going back and forth on whether 'why are you still here' was a good answer.

Water won out. Barely.

[notconflicted]

"If you want it, you can at least say please," she said, because she wasn't an errand girl and also it was automatic to give him a hard time.

[suitably_heroic]

"Or what, you're going to sit there and glare at me all day?" Atton groused.

[notconflicted]

"I could," Sia pointed out. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it, just that I expect you to be nice about it."

[suitably_heroic]

"Weren't you just saying I'm predictable?" Atton said. "'Cause if that's the case, you can predict what I have to say to that."

[notconflicted]

"You like frustrating me, don't you?" It was actually a pretty genuine question.

[suitably_heroic]

"Would you be asking me that if you didn't like frustrating me?" Atton retorted.

So yep, pretty much.

[notconflicted]

It was a hobby, basically.

"Yes," she said.