xp_logs | Felicia and Topaz (backdated)

(backdated) A scene where two people finally say something and what they mean.

(backdated) A scene where two people finally say something and what they mean.

Hour.... twelve, probably? Topaz had lost track somewhere between artifacts, and needed tea. She did like the new break room, and the new electric kettle. The base changed colours depending on the temperature, and it was pretty.

Yup, she needed some sleep.

She made her cup, leaving the rest of the water on the base for whoever wandered in next, and was turning to leave when she saw Felicia in the door. She flashed her a tired smile. "Hello. Taking a break from Kevin's liquor cabinet?"

Knuckles white, Felicia poured the leftover water on her chai, turning briefly to the small fridge that held the dairy and adjacent products, a splash of oat milk. The door hit hard as she closed it, a bounce before it sealed. "Oh, I'm sure I'll spike it. You know me," she replied, smile sharp before she took a sip and turned away. "Glad you're alive."

The slight bite in Felicia's tone didn't slip by Topaz, and even if it had, she saw the fridge door slam. And the ever present static of emotions was just a little bit angrier now. "Yeaaaaah. So am I. Everything okay?"

“It’s fine.” Her back held for a beat before she half turned, profile allowing a small, grimacing smile. “It is. Just not every day you get to share a kitchenette with a dead person during a snow storm. It wasn’t in my monthly planner. I’m working on it.”

"O-kay," Topaz said slowly. "Not to get too hung up on semantics but I wasn't actually dead. Just a little lost."

Felicia gave her a long look. “As I said. Glad you’re alive, passive aggressive sorry, back from being lost, but I went to your lantern probable memorial, I thought you were dead,” she said slowly, voice frying as she pushed through. “What you went through takes precedence but I was fucking sad, okay?”

"I... Okay, I'm so-" She paused with the apology on her tongue. "I didn't mean to discount your feelings. I'm still catching up on everything that happened while I was... gone since I kind of got thrown straight into help deal with all this data Barton gave us, and have fun dealing with all the magical artifacts by yourself since Amanda's fucked off on some secret mission no one knew about, and-" Again, she paused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "It's been a lot. And maybe I've been avoiding some things, like thinking about how other people felt while I was... there. But I... also can't do anything if you just say it's fine."

"What." Resting her mug on the counter with a soft round noise, Felicia approached her, fingertips hesitating at the hem of Topaz’s shirt, her nails grazing along the edge before drawing back, looking hard at her. “I’m. I’m not okay and I don’t know how to articulate it yet but I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t even ask, I was just so angry and can I touch you? Like a hug or.”

Topaz shook her head, suddenly feeling very... exposed. But not scared. "No - I mean yes - I mean you don't have to apologize, and-"

She broke off, nodding. Yes. A hug would be great right then.

Felicia took a breath, stepping in to hook her arms around Topaz, a hand slipping into the hair at her nape as Felicia's cheek rested on her crown. "I'm still going to apologize," she said, after a hard swallow and throat clear. “I may be stuck here now though, we haven't covered this scenario in therapy."

Topaz laughed, voice slightly muffled by her face being half pressed into Felicia's shirt. "S'fine. Here is fine."

"Here is fine," Felicia repeated, half smile hidden.