[He'll take that nod. He'd never considered Hilda to be the quiet type, but at the moment— there just isn't a whole lot to say, is there? Honestly, he's still feeling pretty blindsided, but it's... nice. It's weird, in fact, that it doesn't feel weird.
Huh.
His smile pulls to one side, and he takes hold of her shoulder and gives her a gentle nudge back towards his bedroom, managing to do so without pulling out of their embrace.]
Come on, you can sleep with me. Got plenty of room, plenty of blankets.
[He doesn't even feel the need to clarify that there won't be any— you know, funny business. Seems unnecessary.]
[Hilda's not often quiet like this, but there really isn't anything to say. Plus, she's exhausted--which makes his suggestion of bed very appealing indeed. The possibility of "funny business" doesn't even cross her mind. She just wants him nearby so she can sleep safely.]
Thanks, Baltie.
[He starts guiding her to the bedroom, and she lets him.]
I promise I don't snore or anything. I'm a very graceful sleeper.
[She's not entirely sure the joke lands, if she has to be honest with herself. But she also suspects that he'll be nice about it if it didn't. It's just that she's finally coming out of the worst of her terrible feelings and feels like she should at least say something for a bit of levity.]
[That gets a laugh and a shake of his head; he gives her shoulder a promising squeeze of reassurance.]
Wouldn't bother me even if you did. Hell, you saw where I was staying in Abyss, right? No privacy, and plenty of those people were snoring. I can handle one dainty little roommate for tonight.
[Because she is, after all, a delicate flower. Let it never be forgotten.]
Go on in and make yourself comfortable, alright? I've got some extra pillows here somewhere, I'll just go track 'em down— you, uh, want anything to drink?
[They are both pointedly not talking about that kiss of theirs.]
[Goddess, she never realized how great Balthus could actually be before now. He takes her flat joke and runs with it, getting a small smile out of her in the process. Hilda had no idea he was so emotionally intelligent.
Or maybe she did, but never gave him enough credit. Either way, right now he is nothing short of perfect.]
I'm all right, thanks.
[There's a temptation to kiss his cheek or something before she heads in, but that's a direct violation of their unspoken agreement not to talk about the moment and kiss they just shared. So instead, she goes into the bedroom and sits on the bed to wait for him.]
[The moment feels like it needs a little something to him, too— like he should reach out and touch her, or maybe kiss her forehead, but it seems like it would be too easy to fall into having to talk about what just happened, and if that was something they wanted to do, they'd be doing it already. He settles for a lopsided smile before holding a hand up to wave as he retreats to elsewhere in the house, intent on collecting all he'll need to make a guest comfortable.]
Back in a few.
[True to his word, he doesn't leave her waiting long. She'll have a few short minutes alone in his room, but there's not much there to look at, honestly— it's all pretty spartan, just the bare minimum as far as furniture goes, but the mattress beneath her is soft and welcoming, indicating that comfort doesn't suffer for his minimalist approach to decor.
When he returns, he has an extra pillow and two blankets loaded up in his arms, and he moves to set them down on the bed beside her.]
Here... figured extra couldn't hurt, in case you get really cold. Wasn't sure what kind of a sleeper you were.
[He likes a little self-made air-conditioning, himself.]
[The quality of the mattress is a pleasant surprise, but an appreciated one. No doubt Balthus considers this a luxury of sorts, given the sorts of places he usually rests his head. And, for a fleeting moment, she kind of feels bad in that realization. He really has been through a lot, hasn't he? And it's not entirely his own stupid fault, given what she knows of his stepmother.
Luckily, Balthus arrives before she go too far down that line of thought.]
I tend to use a lot of blankets. They make me feel cozy.
[Her smile has a touch of sheepishness in it, as if she's confessing to something childish and silly.]
Thanks, Baltie. You... you've been really great tonight, you know.
[He smiles warmly, reaching to tuck the extra pillow at the head of the bed beside his own. Thankfully, they'll have plenty of space— he's on the larger side to begin with, so he hadn't skimped when it came to providing furniture for basic needs. No reason to, considering the place was magic and all. They'll be cozy, but nobody's going to be pushed to almost rolling off the bed.]
It's nothin'. You'd do the same for me, I'm sure.
[They're always there for each other, aren't they? That's what he wants to believe.]
I told you, Hilda. I've always got you. You'll never have to worry about that.
As Balthus sets down her pillow, Hilda adds the extra blankets to the side of the bed that is to be hers before crawling under them all. It's quite cozy, although she has a feeling that even if it weren't she would still feel comfortable and safe here because of whose bed it is.]
I don't know if you like light or noise or anything when you sleep. I can sleep through whatever, so don't change your routine on my behalf, okay?
[He waits for her to settle a little before he gives a stretch and slides in beside her, careful not to jostle the mattress too much as he reaches to shove his pillow further against the headboard.]
Don't worry about it. Honestly? Don't have much of a routine.
[He gives her a crooked half-smile, followed by an easy shrug as he stretches his legs out in front of him.]
Spend enough time on the run, then living in a place like Abyss, and you learn to sleep under all sorts of conditions. I can sleep anytime, anywhere. A little broken up sometimes, but no big deal. I get by.
[There's a lot that Hilda wants to say in response to that statement. He's speaking casually as anything about something that's actually pretty terrible. In his place, she wouldn't be nearly as able to roll with the punches. And, perhaps more importantly, in her current place she wishes there was more she could do. His debts are his problem, of course, but his step-mother...
Ultimately, there's no really anything she can say. It is what it is, and she doubts he wants her pity. So, after a pause, she simply cuddles in closer to him and rests her head on his chest. The gesture feels comfortable and right in the moment, soothing and warm for the both of them.]
[It shouldn't take him by surprise, not after that kiss in the front room, and not now that they're settled into bed beside one another, but he still finds himself mildly startled for a moment as she pulls herself close and rests her head atop his chest.
It doesn't last; he easily puts an arm around her shoulders while reaching across with his free hand to tuck one of her pigtails back so it doesn't get caught between them before he props that same hand behind his head, settling in comfortably to look up at the ceiling.]
... it's nice here, isn't it. Being able to stay in one place, not having to worry about being seen by the wrong people— I'd forgotten what that was like.
[He still speaks of his situation fairly casually, but there is a bit of weight to his voice— he knows precisely how grim things are for him back home, but they had been decidedly worse before he'd joined the Professor's class. Really, it was running into Hilda beneath the monastery that had kicked all of that off.]
Plus, you're here. I miss a lot of the others, but... couldn't ask for better company.
[Balthus is made of stronger stuff than Hilda is, in that regard. He puts up with a lot, and does so without complaint. It's admirable, really, and Hilda finds herself glad that he's been able to have something of a fresh start here. No debts (and no ability to run any up, given the lack of currency), no crazy step-mother breathing down his neck. He can just be himself here.
And then he specifies that having her here makes things all the better. She blushes and buries her face a bit more into him so that he can't see.]
I couldn't either, Baltie. I'm glad you're here.
[She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe her.]
[For a moment, all he can do is smile to himself, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. He's sorry for the reason she'd come knocking on his door, but just for a moment, things feel— easy. Natural. Enough so that he wonders why they haven't done something like this sooner.
Maybe he's just overthinking it.]
I'm glad you're here, too.
[He'd already said as much, in so many words, but it bears repeating. His fingers trail upwards lightly, his touch surprisingly gently despite his size and the fact that he usually uses those hands of his for brawling, and he carefully brushes her bangs to one side.]
Get some good sleep, okay? If you need anything, I'm right here.
[His touch, like everything else about him right now, is gentle and soothing, and even as her eyes are closed and she's trying to relax she can't help her smile from getting that much bigger in reaction to it.]
I know you are. Thank you, Baltie.
[She shifts a bit, cuddling in closer as she gets comfortable.]
Good night.
[Amazingly, given the dream that drove her to his door, it doesn't take very long for Hilda to drift off. Her breaths become deep and even, and she remains curled up half-on-top-of him as she snoozes.]
[He almost leaves it there. He could simply drift off, the same as her, and let the both of them rest in comfortable silence— and he will, but he feels compelled to do one last thing first, the urge too powerful to ignore. He lifts his head just enough to be able to bend forward to drop a chaste kiss against the top of her head, pressing his lips against her hair before falling back against his own pillow.]
Goodnight, Hilda.
[After that, he'll say nothing more, finding his eyelids grow heavy as he finds himself surprisingly at ease, as though not a single part of this is out of place.
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Huh.
His smile pulls to one side, and he takes hold of her shoulder and gives her a gentle nudge back towards his bedroom, managing to do so without pulling out of their embrace.]
Come on, you can sleep with me. Got plenty of room, plenty of blankets.
[He doesn't even feel the need to clarify that there won't be any— you know, funny business. Seems unnecessary.]
No more nightmares, promise.
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Thanks, Baltie.
[He starts guiding her to the bedroom, and she lets him.]
I promise I don't snore or anything. I'm a very graceful sleeper.
[She's not entirely sure the joke lands, if she has to be honest with herself. But she also suspects that he'll be nice about it if it didn't. It's just that she's finally coming out of the worst of her terrible feelings and feels like she should at least say something for a bit of levity.]
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Wouldn't bother me even if you did. Hell, you saw where I was staying in Abyss, right? No privacy, and plenty of those people were snoring. I can handle one dainty little roommate for tonight.
[Because she is, after all, a delicate flower. Let it never be forgotten.]
Go on in and make yourself comfortable, alright? I've got some extra pillows here somewhere, I'll just go track 'em down— you, uh, want anything to drink?
[They are both pointedly not talking about that kiss of theirs.]
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Or maybe she did, but never gave him enough credit. Either way, right now he is nothing short of perfect.]
I'm all right, thanks.
[There's a temptation to kiss his cheek or something before she heads in, but that's a direct violation of their unspoken agreement not to talk about the moment and kiss they just shared. So instead, she goes into the bedroom and sits on the bed to wait for him.]
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Back in a few.
[True to his word, he doesn't leave her waiting long. She'll have a few short minutes alone in his room, but there's not much there to look at, honestly— it's all pretty spartan, just the bare minimum as far as furniture goes, but the mattress beneath her is soft and welcoming, indicating that comfort doesn't suffer for his minimalist approach to decor.
When he returns, he has an extra pillow and two blankets loaded up in his arms, and he moves to set them down on the bed beside her.]
Here... figured extra couldn't hurt, in case you get really cold. Wasn't sure what kind of a sleeper you were.
[He likes a little self-made air-conditioning, himself.]
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Luckily, Balthus arrives before she go too far down that line of thought.]
I tend to use a lot of blankets. They make me feel cozy.
[Her smile has a touch of sheepishness in it, as if she's confessing to something childish and silly.]
Thanks, Baltie. You... you've been really great tonight, you know.
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[He smiles warmly, reaching to tuck the extra pillow at the head of the bed beside his own. Thankfully, they'll have plenty of space— he's on the larger side to begin with, so he hadn't skimped when it came to providing furniture for basic needs. No reason to, considering the place was magic and all. They'll be cozy, but nobody's going to be pushed to almost rolling off the bed.]
It's nothin'. You'd do the same for me, I'm sure.
[They're always there for each other, aren't they? That's what he wants to believe.]
I told you, Hilda. I've always got you. You'll never have to worry about that.
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[Deep in her heart, she's always known.
As Balthus sets down her pillow, Hilda adds the extra blankets to the side of the bed that is to be hers before crawling under them all. It's quite cozy, although she has a feeling that even if it weren't she would still feel comfortable and safe here because of whose bed it is.]
I don't know if you like light or noise or anything when you sleep. I can sleep through whatever, so don't change your routine on my behalf, okay?
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Don't worry about it. Honestly? Don't have much of a routine.
[He gives her a crooked half-smile, followed by an easy shrug as he stretches his legs out in front of him.]
Spend enough time on the run, then living in a place like Abyss, and you learn to sleep under all sorts of conditions. I can sleep anytime, anywhere. A little broken up sometimes, but no big deal. I get by.
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Ultimately, there's no really anything she can say. It is what it is, and she doubts he wants her pity. So, after a pause, she simply cuddles in closer to him and rests her head on his chest. The gesture feels comfortable and right in the moment, soothing and warm for the both of them.]
I know you do.
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It doesn't last; he easily puts an arm around her shoulders while reaching across with his free hand to tuck one of her pigtails back so it doesn't get caught between them before he props that same hand behind his head, settling in comfortably to look up at the ceiling.]
... it's nice here, isn't it. Being able to stay in one place, not having to worry about being seen by the wrong people— I'd forgotten what that was like.
[He still speaks of his situation fairly casually, but there is a bit of weight to his voice— he knows precisely how grim things are for him back home, but they had been decidedly worse before he'd joined the Professor's class. Really, it was running into Hilda beneath the monastery that had kicked all of that off.]
Plus, you're here. I miss a lot of the others, but... couldn't ask for better company.
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And then he specifies that having her here makes things all the better. She blushes and buries her face a bit more into him so that he can't see.]
I couldn't either, Baltie. I'm glad you're here.
[She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe her.]
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Maybe he's just overthinking it.]
I'm glad you're here, too.
[He'd already said as much, in so many words, but it bears repeating. His fingers trail upwards lightly, his touch surprisingly gently despite his size and the fact that he usually uses those hands of his for brawling, and he carefully brushes her bangs to one side.]
Get some good sleep, okay? If you need anything, I'm right here.
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I know you are. Thank you, Baltie.
[She shifts a bit, cuddling in closer as she gets comfortable.]
Good night.
[Amazingly, given the dream that drove her to his door, it doesn't take very long for Hilda to drift off. Her breaths become deep and even, and she remains curled up half-on-top-of him as she snoozes.]
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Goodnight, Hilda.
[After that, he'll say nothing more, finding his eyelids grow heavy as he finds himself surprisingly at ease, as though not a single part of this is out of place.
Maybe it isn't.]