#ah.....them

                    SHE DOESN'T mean to hover but she can’t help but be worried. trish had come crawling through her window like the walking dead. minimal injury but that hadn’t seemed to matter much to claire when trish, lacking the grace of her namesake, had stumbled into her, positively exhausted. they had been talking      not arguing       for weeks now about how hard trish was pushing herself. ’ someone has to be out there. ’ trish would tell her and it would end the conversation every time. how could claire ever really argue with saving people? she could only argue for moderation. don’t destroy yourself trying to save everyone, claire would beg silently.

                         a hero who knew their own limits, that’s what claire wanted trish to be. 

❛   you done in there, trish?    ❜ with a gentle knock on the door she cracks it open (  there's nothing she hasn't seen before.  ) claire can't help but laugh at the sight of trish squished into her bathtub a few sizes too small. it fits claire perfectly, but claire doesn't have the build of an amazon.

    she crosses the room in a few steps and runs a hand through trish's damp hair. she'd found the energy to wash it somehow, though that energy had run out quickly apparently. trish was dozing lightly. at the feeling of claire's hand trish looked up with drowsy eyes and claire looked back with soft ones. she couldn't be bothered to wipe the tenderness from her face at seeing hellcat look so sleepy. grabbing a towel out of the rack she motioned for trish to stand up. she wasn't strong enough to drag the hero out of the tub herself.

claire guided trish to sit down on the closed toilet, and wrapped one towel around her head. once she was done she kissed trish's forehead and moved to the rest of her body, not wanting her to get cold. she wasn't sure if trish could get cold from a little less than warm air on wet skin but why take the chance? stress and exhaustion weakened any immune system. 

   ❛   i got you a robe for when you're staying over since you can't fit mine.    ❜ her voice is quiet as she pats dry trish's hips. something peaceful hangs in the air around them. dare she think it         the moment drips with domesticity. the thought makes her pause and then just smile easily. some things don't need to be dwelled on. some things can just be easy.

she drapes said robe over trish's shoulders, stopping to rub them gently. it's as soft a robe as she could find. claire is always keeping in mind trish's newfound sensitivity. she only manages to drag the other up because they help her by standing, a little unsteadily at first. she puts an arm around trish's middle and presses them close together as she leads them both to bed.