xp_logs | Nathan and Moira, Saturday afternoon

Moira's not feeling well, after all the stress of the last couple of days. Nathan bullies her a little (for her own good), then makes the grand gesture of watching a chick flick with her. (If anyone had any doubts that this was love...) Pure fluff, basically.

Nathan poked his head in the bedroom door, smiling slightly as he saw Moira still huddled under the covers. "Hey," he called softly. "I come bearing Advil, an afternoon snack, and a diversion." When she only made a noise that sounded vaguely threatening at him, he chuckled softly, coming over to the bed and sitting down, floating the bowl of popcorn, the orange juice and glasses, and the DVD he had liberated from the library to a safe landing on the nighttable. "Come on," he coaxed her gently, rattling the bottle of Advil lightly. "For a woman who regularly drugs people for their own good, this silly prejudice you have against over-the-counter drugs doesn't make much sense."

Cautiously, Moira poked her head out to look at him and winced at the lights. "Bloody 'ell," she muttered, rubbing her eyes. She normally didn't get migraines (this was fast approaching one) but knew that she had before, when she was stressed and working too hard. Actually, it was probably a minor miracle she didn't get them more often. "Nay said me prejudice against th' damn stuff made sense," Moira sighed, eyeing the bottle tiredly. She avoided the stuff like the plague, usually content to ride out a cold or a headache than actually take anything for it.

"Well, take a couple now or I'll shove them down your throat," Nathan said cheerfully, fiddling with the lid of the bottle. Strangely, there was a tiny part of him that was almost glad Moira was feeling under the weather today, simply because it let him focus on her instead of his own thoughts. "I brought some real orange juice, because I figure you're probably dehydrated, and some popcorn because I thought it might settle your stomach. The movie was a last-minute sort of thing. We can watch it if you want, or if you want to go back to sleep that's okay too."

All she could think to do was pout at him miserably. "Fine, I'll take two, ye bloody bully," she muttered at him. When he handed her the pills and a glass of orange juice, she down them with a grimace. "Wha' ye liberate?" Moira asked, nodding carefully at the DVD box. She didn't think she could sleep anymore currently, but she wasn't about to go running around the Mansion, either.

"Something that proves just how much I love you," he said, reaching for the DVD and waggling it at her. 'Under The Tuscan Sun' was not precisely his type of movie, but although he knew Moira enjoyed the historical epics and thrillers just as much as he did, he hadn't thought explosions and car chases and so forth would really help her headache.

Blinking, Moira smiled a little. "Ye must love me t' be willin' ta sit through tha'," she teased. "Movie it 'tis then, I cannae sleep right now anyway." She tossed the covers off and started to get up. Unfortunatly for her, she'd been out of the bed all of twice today. Kitchen and bathroom and that had been it. Moira clutched her head when the room suddenly tilted on it's axis and sat back down heavily. "Ye may want ta start tha', I may be a while gettin' there..."

He eyed her worriedly, but went to put in the DVD, confident that he could catch her telekinetically if she actually started to fall over. "I hear it's not bad, actually," he said over his shoulder, keeping one eye on her as she half-staggered towards the bathroom. "We may be wanting to make vacation plans for Italy afterwards, though."

"We were nay doin' tha' before?" she called weakly. Moira winced as she looked into the mirror. She looked awful. The normally pretty white skin of hers was nearing a pretty deathly pale, there were circles under her eyes and she could see the tension in her neck. A few minutes ticked away before she staggered back out and headed towards Nathan and the couch. Nice, warm and comfortable. She didn't know which one she was thinking about in those terms.

"It's a thought, you know," he called back, pouring himself a glass of orange juice as he telekinetically arranged the cushions on the couch just so. "Just the two of us, a nice little villa... we should think about that for this summer sometime, maybe." Oh, there he went with the crazy optimism again...

"Dinnae tempt me," she warned, finally reaching the couch. Gratefully, she dropped down onto it and wheezed for a second. "'ell, this *sucks*."

"But I meant to tempt you," he said, putting his arms around her and then floating the popcorn bowl over to sit in her lap. He pressed his lips against her temple briefly, wishing he dared try and take the headache away. But it was a physical pain, rather than a psychic one, and he didn't want to start messing with what he really didn't understand. "And let this be a lesson to you. You're not in your twenties anymore, you can't be abusing yourself like this."

Muttering slightly, Moira snuggled against him and stuck her tongue out. "Look who's talkin'," she pointed out but then sighed. "Even if ye *are* right. I sometimes dinnae 'ave a choice, ye know. Stuff starts t' pile up." This time she knew it was one of those times when she didn't have to. She could have simply faced some of her worries instead of drowning them in work.

He rubbed her back gently. "We'll keep each other in line," he suggested, clicking through the DVD's menu to start the movie. "Since neither of us can obviously be trusted to know what's good for us half the time."

She couldn't help a small purr-like noise as he eased away some of the aches in her back. "We do pretty well. Without ye 'ere, I'd be so elbow deep in me work..."

"Sometimes you need to be," Nathan murmured into her hair. "I know that." For some reason, it was suddenly important to him that she knew he understood how important her work was to her. "Other times you need to be dragged bodily out of that lab."

"An' I really dinnae mind tha'," she admitted, toying with a piece of popcorn. It really wouldn't hurt to eat it but she hadn't been hungry much lately. "God only knows I would forget an' as much as th' other two try an' remember, we're all bad 'bout it."

"That's what happens with dedicated people," Nathan pointed out, watching the credits come up. "Sort of inevitable, I guess."

"An' stubborn ones," she reminded him, pushing the popcorn to the side a little so she could snuggle up closer to Nathan and his warmth. Moira winced as another stab of pain hit her between the eyes and she gritted her teeth. "Dinnae want me 'ead anymore," she whined slightly.

"I'd give you mine, but I don't think it's to be preferred."

"I like it on yer body, anyway. Much cuter there."