the roof; saturday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Despite the cool weather, Flick found himself not wanting to be inside. He'd tried going down to the gym but had no motivation to hit anything so he'd come back to his room, slid himself into a jacket and was now up on the roof, sitting on the ledge.

His feet dangled over the side and he had his eyes closed. The wind stung his cheeks a bit and he pulled his collar up and tucked his hands into his pockets. It was quiet and calm this Saturday. Peace before a storm? Probably. Flick had learned not to really expect long patches of serenity these days. Between his own life an this island, that very rarely happened.

But, enough of the melancholy. Flick opened his eyes and pulled out a bag of jellybeans he'd picked up at some point. Was he going to eat them? Nope. He was going to toss them down six floors and see what kinds of fun that could cause.

Have a good trip, red jellybean!

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was all bundled up in a coat, her hands in her pockets as well.

"What are you doing?"

[flickofthewrist]

Flick shrugged his shoulders and dropped a green jellybean off the side of the roof before he popped one into his mouth.

"Hanging out," he answered.

[seveninchmotto]

"This looks like a new way of doing that," Isabelle observed as she came closer. "Is it a mundie thing?"

That was... mostly joking. She was pretty sure there were no secret mundane traditions regarding dropping jellybeans off roofs.

[flickofthewrist]

"Seemed like a fun thing to do," he told her, tossing another jellybean. "And I think tossing things off roofs is an anyone thing. It's entertaining."

[seveninchmotto]

"I don't think I've ever done that." That might have been a lie. He'd seen the Institute. It was a very tall building. "Do you think I should try?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Dunno," Flick said, glancing over at her. "How do you feel about bad behavior?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle answered that with an eye roll.

Please. Did he even have to ask?

[flickofthewrist]

"An eye roll tells me nothing," Flick said, shaking his head and tossing another jellybean. "Too bad. I'm almost out of jellybeans."

[seveninchmotto]

"It tells you nothing? Really?" Isabelle questioned, and tsked. "I thought you knew me better than that by now."

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, I haven't seen you in awhile so maybe things have changed," Flick remarked. "I can never be sure."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle rolled her eyes again, and moved closer to him. Right up against his side so she could slide her arm around him, even. "It hasn't been that long."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." He glanced over at her and ate another piece of his candy. "What brings you to the roof?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Fresh air," she replied, reaching over to try and steal some candy for herself. "The view. I don't know, no reason."

[flickofthewrist]

For a second, he tried to keep the candy away from her before letting up and holding the bag out.

"How you feeling?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle popped a few jellybeans into her mouth, and shrugged one shoulder.

"Okay, I guess." The nightmares were lessening, anyway. "Not perfect, but better."

[flickofthewrist]

"Good to hear," he said quietly, smiling a bit. "Ready for Christmas?"

[seveninchmotto]

Ready was a relative thing. She shrugged again. "I guess."

[flickofthewrist]

"What's the matter?" he asked her.

[seveninchmotto]

"Nothing new," she said, taking a few more jellybeans to occupy herself with. "It's just a hard time this year."

Even with plans that didn't involve her own family.

[flickofthewrist]

"Anything I can do?" he asked her, reaching out to rub her back gently.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shifted, so she could rest her head against his shoulder. "It's fine, Jon," she murmured. "It's nothing special, you don't have to do anything."

[flickofthewrist]

"But, what if I want to do something?" he asked, rubbing her back a little firmer. "I want to help."

[seveninchmotto]

"There isn't always something special to do," she told him quietly, leaning back into the rubbing a little. "Sometimes all there is to do is just to be present."

[flickofthewrist]

"I can do that," he murmured, still rubbing her back. "You still want to go with me to New York?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle nodded. "Yes. I don't have anywhere else I'd rather be."