Bobby and Terry, backdated to Monday

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Monday evening. Bobby's not feeling well, for obvious reasons, and goes to bed early. Terry comes to check up on him and they snuggle. Things that should be said are not.


Bobby'd snagged himself a plate from the kitchen and taken it to his room to eat dinner, not sure who might know and not wanting to face anyone who did. He managed to eat over half of it before it all came back up and he gave up, scraping the rest into the disposal (otherwise Joyita would likely strew scraps all over the kitchenette). There was really no point in being conscious anymore, so he took off his jeans, changed into a worn t-shirt, and curled up in bed, facing the wall.

Terry knocked on the suite door perfunctorily--Angelo would still be working at this time of day--then let herself in. "Bobby?" she called, looking around. When she didn't get an immediate response she crossed to his room and knocked there too. "Bobby, it's me? Are you in there?" No noise from his computer. It wasn't that late though.

Terry. He was instantly torn between pretending to be asleep and avoiding facing her for one more day, or calling to her and seeking a small amount of comfort in her arms. After the day he'd had, though, it didn't take long to decide. "Yeah, I'm here," he called, his voice a bit croaky from losing his dinner, still.

That didn't sound good. Terry got the door open quickly and hurried over to the bed, sitting down beside him. "You sound terrible, love. Are you sick?" She pressed her hand to his forehead, though it would be impossible to tell if Bobby had a fever, given his mutation.

Bobby's eyes drifted closed at her touch and he swallowed. "Maybe. I threw up," he replied, his voice taking on a pitiful 'take care of me' tone all on its own. It felt like he was manipulating her, though, and it sent a fresh wave of guilt through him. "...Probably just stress," he added, forcing a more brisk tone as he rolled over to face her.

She kissed his forehead. "Let me get you some water, okay? I'll be right back."

Bobby nodded, pulling himself into a half-sitting position. "Thank you, sweetie." Oh, he loved her so much. He couldn't tell her yet. He needed this, for now.

Terry smiled sympathetically and hurried off to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge and stopping for just a moment to send a quick text to Clarice, letting her know that she wouldn't be back in the room tonight. Back in Bobby's room, she closed the door behind her and gave Bobby his water. "Here, drink this, it'll help settle your stomach."

Bobby sipped at the water and then set it aside, reaching out for her. "I need a hug." That was the understatement of the year.

Terry slid into his arms without hesitation, hugging him tightly. She rested her chin on his shoulder, glad to have him and glad that he needed her. The last month had been hell. Thank god it was over.

Bobby sighed, rubbing her back, nuzzling her hair. How could he destroy this all by telling her what he did? Maybe she just wouldn't find out, if he didn't mention it..."I love you," he murmured, tightening his arms around her.

"I love you, too." She turned her head and kissed his cheek, shifting so she wasn't twisted quite as far to hold him. "I missed you so much. I was utterly miserable."

"Me too," Bobby murmured, closing his eyes as his stomach twisted again. "I don't ever want to be apart again," he said quietly, his heartrate speeding up.

Her arms tightened around him. "Me either." With a sigh, Terry eased back and shifted again, turning all the way around and crawling into his lap over the covers, still fully clothed. "I'm sorry I messed everything up before. I didn't deal well with the whole...situation. I overreacted and then pushed you away."

"No, I didn't deal well, either. I didn't tell you what I needed, I just got all resentful when you kept pushing me away." See? He could admit he was wrong. "I've made a lot of mistakes," he whispered, shivering. "But I never stopped loving you, not for a second."

She cuddled closer, curling up to him. "We both made mistakes. And then we just made them worse by not talking about it. I should have told you straight off how I felt about the b..about the not being pregnant." There was no baby. She had to talk like that, not like she'd lost something.

Bobby whimpered softly. "Let's just not talk about the mistakes we made, okay? I just don't feel up to it..." It was a cop-out, but it was also completely true.

"Sure." Terry sighed, "I'm sorry, you told me that you were stressed already." Smart, Terry, try to have a serious conversion after your boyfriend told you that he wasn't feeling well. Excellent timing. "Do you want to lie down?" she asked softly almost another apology.

Stressed wasn't exactly the right word for it, but it was in there, so...good enough. "Nah, I'm okay. I just want to...hold you." He lifted her chin with his fingertips, leaning his head in to kiss her softly, sweetly. With the same lips that kissed Jean... Another shiver ran through him.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the gentle touch of his mouth on hers. When he shivered, she ran her hands down his back, soothingly. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay all night if you want me to."

Bobby slumped back against the bedframe and nodded. "Yes, please." I can't lose you. Whatever it takes, I can't lose you again.

Terry smiled. "Okay." She brushed her mouth over his then climbed off the bed. "I'm going to change first. Do you need anything?"

Bobby shook his head, sitting up with a sigh. "Just to brush my teeth again." The sour taste in the back of his mouth probably wouldn't be removed even if he did, but he could hope.

Terry nodded, "I'll run back to my room and grab stuff for tomorrow morning too. It will just be a couple of minutes." It used to be that she would have just climbed into bed with him, forget the pyjamas. But things were still delicate and Terry didn't trust herself around him.

Bobby certainly wasn't going to try anything, not tonight, but she didn't know that. "Okay." He stood and only just managed to not reach out to her again, feeling coldness creeping into him without her near--a very foreign feeling, for Bobby Drake. "Hurry back." He looked at her, forlorn and just a little scared. For more than one reason.

He looked so lost that she nearly just climbed back in with him. Instead she took a deep breath and kissed him again then dashed out. When she thought about it, it scared her exactly how much she needed him. Only losing Uncle Tom had hurt as much as losing Bobby. She never wanted to feel that way again.