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[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

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[saints]

I'm coming.

[ Well. Of course he's not coming right away. With trips like these, it's always hit or miss as to how long he's staying. He'd moved clients especially for an in-person read so he's given himself at least two days.

We'll just say it takes a bit of work and time for Tris to actually make it there. There's glyph maneuvering and double checking that he has everything and there's reassuring himself that he's going to pop up in the right spot because porting somewhere else by accident has led him to numerous places including a lady's room, junior league soccer game, the middle of the ocean, and an awkward in-between Limbo that Dani had to pull him out of.

Needless to say, there's some prep work that goes into it before Tris arrives, peering his head into the room--curls first, the sound of a bag dropping onto the ground softly as he kicks it to the side. There are no glasses and no ugly sweaters, but Tris did make it a point to wear his softest clothes. Looking at the bed, large and warm, already makes him tired, and he's kind of grateful for that as he nudges Max's foot with his knee. Very softly now: ]

Bond.

[burnination]

just as planned, Q, just as planned.

[ for the time that tris is off collecting himself and getting his glyphs ready for transport, max passes back out for a while, snoozing happily curled up to dani's back, and doesn't rouse again until he hears the soft tap of a bag dropped on the floor.

he blinks a moment, sluggishly, as his lips curl into a dopey sort of smile listening to tristan's footsteps across the floor, feeling the dip of the mattress as a knee touches his foot. ]

We missed you, Q. [ he mumbles to him, not so loud as to disturb dani, but enough that tris can hear him, rolling to the side enough to look over to him, before shimmying his hips to make just enough room for tris to squash between him and dani. and then, the reachy hands. arms outstretched, fingers making a grabby motion at the air. come here, you. ] Next mission, you come with.

[tangit]

[He sleeps deeply, and it's wonderful, the warmth of the blankets and the sunshine and Max behind him. It's only when Max stirs that he starts to wake, albeit slowly. There's more shifting, and Dani turns, sighs, stretches his arms above his head and opens his eyes.

Oh. Tris. What a pleasant thing to wake up to.

Dani beams up at him sleepily.]

Tris. Hi.