Dori & Kyle: Serious Pillow Talk

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After spending their day in bed, the conversation between Kyle and Dori turns somewhat serious and switches to Genosha and her own mental state.

Dori was laying on her stomach, cuddled up next to Kyle and drenched in sweat. But it was a good sweat and she enjoyed taking in the smells at times like these. She still wasn't quite asleep yet and snuggled in closer to Kyle. Right now, when they were alone together it always seemed to end here. And she didn't mind, because not only was this fun but it normally managed to put her to sleep too.

Right now though, the lights off in the room she had to keep herself from feeling... trapped was a good way to put it.

"You still awake?" she asked him, her voice not much above a whisper.

"Nope, I'm a jerk who falls asleep ten minutes after sex." Kyle said, lifting his arm off his face. "See listen to me snoring." Except instead of fake-snore noise, he simple said the letter Z, drawn out to about two seconds of Zeeeee.

Dori giggled, because, well, that was pretty funny, "I guess I just don't notice your snoring anymore," selective deafness was amazing. Monkey Joe still complained though, but he didn't have to like it. He had a bed both here and in her suite.

"Can we turn on one of the lights or something?" she asked tentatively.

"Sure." That was definitely not the "I want to see your amazing abs" voice, that was the "something is bugging me" voice - too close to the one Dori's used when she was worried about lice in the hotel in Genosha. So Kyle rolled over and hit the dim lamp he kept by his bed before he turned back and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. "You okay? You're not usually all sleep with the lights on."

"Yeah, I'm fine- well, I guess not totally fine," she said, the fake smile dropping off. Mr. Sefton was right, she likely wasn't fooling Kyle. If nothing else, scent was often a give away for stuff like this, "I just..."

"You're lucky you're cute because otherwise I'd tell you you were full of crap." Kyle said. "Wait, no, you're cute -and- full of crap. You are not fine. Babe, none of us are fine. I'm not fine and I'm like, candidate most likely to be fine after crap like Genosha!" He'd doubled up on therapy, just in case, and was more or less okay, with occasional bouts of Anger Issues. "The dark bugging you, or something else?"

"The dark, I guess," Dori said, moving in closer. He was her therapy, and comfort. Even just his scent, "I don't remember so much of it. It's... really creepy." And there were flashbacks, small bursts of clarity. She didn't think she had ever been that bad for that long.

Kyle let out a loud huff, and then pushed himself back against the headboard of his bed, so Dori could rest her head on his chest. "Okay, okay, first thing, we get you a nightlight. Blue Canary in the outlet by the lightswitch and everything." This - this was a fear he could actually understand. It was just the opposite of his, small room in the dark was hers, small room with constant white light was his, this he could handle. "And don't you tell me you're too old for a nightlight, because I will throw you in the pool, naked. I'm serious."

"If it's a TMBG nightlight I'm not too old," Dori said tiredly, "So you don't get to throw me in the pool naked. Sorry," she had to smile a little at that, "We'll need two though I mean one for here and one for my room," unless he wanted them to move in together or something and she loved him to death but she wasn't quite sure she was ready for that just yet. Besides, they kind of did live together. Dori snuggled in closer glad that at least he wasn't a mind reader because hers was all over the place. From random flashbacks to what it'd be like to share a place with him and back again.

"Doug sent me the link. I was gonna get you one for your birthday, but we can totes get two now." Kyle said, and to prove it, pointed towards his bag. "Right now if it'll help, but your ass can go get the laptop." He rested his chin on her head, and puffed out at a few hairs that tickled his nose. "Aaaaaand maybe in the morning when we're both awake and wearing clothes, we should have the talk where I try to convince you that therapy's a good idea and you pout and then I try to bribe you with an hour and a half of going down on you."

"I like that type of bribery," Dori said, not moving at the moment because Kyle was comfortable, "I'd rather just talk to you anyway. Nakedly. Naked talking good."

"Nuh-uh. I am not qualified for serious fear of the dark fixing. Fear of literature, fear of homework, fear of William Shakespeare, yes. Fear of tests, yes. Fear of the dark and the fucked up shit that happened because Genosha was fucked up, not even close to qualified." Kyle protested. "Seriously, Dori, not kidding about this. This goes on more than a few more weeks, I'll rat you out to Scott and the Prof. Hell, talk to the Prof about it, he's qualified. Or Haller, or somebody. Bad shit happened, it's okay to need help."

"Yeah, but everyone else went through a lot more than I did," Dori said, "And besides," she noted, propping herself up a bit so she could look at his face, "You know what it's like to, well, you know... the whole feral thing. No one else really gets that. Not like we do."

"Three weeks, and then I'm ratting you out." Kyle said, all seriousness. "I get it, yeah, and I'll help, but just because other people had bad shit doesn't mean your bad shit is any less bad." He was definitely going to have to replace the sheets, he thought, digging his fingers into them to give him something to grab onto so that he didn't get up and pace or worse, throw something. "Most of your feral stuff my therapist already knows about, so you can talk to him. Sides, dude probably needs the money, I totally cut back to like every other month check ins." The joke fell flat, but he was running out of good arguements.

"Yeah, I'll think about it," Dori said, falling back on Kyle as a Mattress who was always a good thing, "I'm sure I'll be fine though," because anyone who spent two weeks as an animal walked away okay. ...She sucked so hard at lying to herself.

"You're kind of a terrible liar." Kyle said, ruffling Dori's hair so she knew he was teasing a bit. "Look, best thing that happens is you are okay and then you get to say I told you so, and worst is you get some help with it so you're not jumping at shadows and crap. I mean, if you had... i dunno, broken your arm, you'd see a doctor right, even if someone else had broken both arms and a leg?"

"Yeah," Dori said, "But that's kinda different, you know? I didn't break any bones," though she had come out pretty scrapped out and bruised up all the physical marks were long since gone now.

"Dude, you're just repeating all the same stuff I said when I got dragged into seeing Doc Samson." Kyle explained. "I really don't wanna have to rat you out to Scott. I mean, dude is kinda hardcore about some things and ratting you out to the Prof'll mean you drink a gallon of tea and then you're in the bathroom for like an hour and ugh, who wants that?"

"Fine, I'll do it," Dori said, exasperated, "So no rating me out to Mister Summers, okay? But totally not right now because you are the best mattress-pillow-boyfriend ever and I don't wanna move."

"I want a trophy for that." Kyle said, shifting a little so Dori's boneless flop didn't result in uncomfortable muscle cramps - or worse, uncomfortable pinching of parts that didn't want to be pinched, punched or any other painful verbs. "Best boyfriendpillowmattress of 2012."

"I'll make you one," Dori said, yawning, "Later. Sleeping now on boyfriendpillowmatress."