33 Apocalpse Avenue [afternoon]

[sith_happened]

Darth Buckethead, still wearing his bucket, pressed his hands up against the window and sighed.

He wanted to go out and play, but he couldn't find his robe.

Life was very hard.

Looking around quickly for Logan, he darted back to the phone and began to entertain himself by leaving messages again.

Whee, crank calls!

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[sith_happened]

He came rocketing around the sofa.

With a bucket over his head.

So it shouldn't be terribly shocking that he ricocheted off the coffee table and landed on his butt.

Cue the wailing.

[can_be_more]

Frell. Aeryn gets up to sit by him, asking, "Are you hurt?"

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He pushed the bucket angrily off of his head, then held his arms out in the universal "hug me" sign, eyes full of tears.

[can_be_more]

Well, office hours this week will be interesting. She goes to hug him, maybe a little awkwardly as she's only just discovered this works- thank you, Aly- and says, "You're all right."

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He sniffled against her neck, clinging tightly. "'kay."

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"Do you feel better now?" she asks.

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He nodded but didn't let go.

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"It's okay," she says, patting his back. "And then you'll feel even better in a little bit, okay?"

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"Cookie?" he asked. "Or story?"

Might as well see how far he could push this.

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"I'm horrible with stories," she tells him. "Do you have cookies here?"

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"Rory brought some yesterday," he said, taking Aeryn's hand and dragging her towards the kitchen, "but Logan yells if I try to climb up onna table to get to them."

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She lets him drag her and says, "That's good. You shouldn't climb on things. You said on the table?"

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He nodded. "Uh-huh. Choc-o-late chip," he pronounced carefully. "She's the bestest Rory ever."

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Aeryn smiles at her, reaching for the cookies and taking two. "Here you go," she says, bending to hand them to him.

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"One for each hand!" he said, eyes wide. "You know the cookie rules!"

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"I didn't realize there were cookie rules," Aeryn says, though she's really aware there probably are no such things.

Probably. It's a really strange planet.

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He nodded his head. "My mom said so. Only-one-for-each-hand-or-you-won't-have-room-for-dinner-Annie."

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"She's very smart," she says, only wincing internally. "Besides, if you have too many you'll eventually get sick of them."

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"Nuh-uh," he said, eyes very big. "No such thing as too many cookies!"

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"There are," she says seriously. "And if you don't have them as often, then they're even better when you do get them."

If it works, she'll be shocked.

[sith_happened]

He looked, very, very skeptical at this. But it was Aeryn saying it and she wasn't wrong...

"'Kay," he agreed, munching on one of his cookies. "You can have one too," he added generously.

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"Thank you," she says, taking one. She's not hungry, but she's not sure if refusing will make him cry again. "Rory was very good to bring these."

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He nodded, crumbs spread all over his face. "I love her bestest." He scrunched up his forehead. "But I love you second bestest of all the girls. Is that okay?"

[can_be_more]

She's already plotting out how to tread carefully later this week. "Completely fine," she says, brushing away some of the crumbs with her thumb.

[sith_happened]

He stood completely still, eyes open and trusting, and allowed Aeryn to wipe his face clean.

Then he gave her a mischievous grin and ran away. "I'm the fastest ever!," he yelled, "and you can't catch me!"