OOM: After Stumbling On Milliways

[sbpd_papabear]

It's been a couple days since they stumbled into some sort of shared hallucination (which is really the best thing he can think to call it) and neither one has broached the topic. For Henry's part, he's decided it's either too weird to talk about or never happened at all.

Instead, he's working late on Thursday night fixing paperwork that tried to claim Gus' car insurance as a state billable work expense. Nice try.

Just after seven, the station had gone more or less quiet - the steady din of the workday tapering off to the solemn click of a few keyboards punctuating the otherwise still environment. It was kind of nice... perfect time to grab a coffee and check out the snack machine for options to stave off dinner until he went home.

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[sbpd_papabear]

And the change of proximity alone is enough to draw up another warm flush across his head and an awkward laugh that he hopes he won't have to explain.

"Well... when you put it that way..." he mumbles into his water, taking an entirely too long sip to simply break the moment.

It's hard not to flirt when she's playing along, guilt or no he's not one to stop himself when he's on a roll.

"Good thing it wasn't, I might have had to be a little embarrassed about it."

[chief_mom]

That pulls her up a little short. Their banter has always left her feeling light inside, taking off a bit of the burden of work and responsibility. But the last thing she'd ever want to do is make him feel bad.

"I'm sorry, Henry. I was inappropriate."

[sbpd_papabear]

"Not at all," he replies easily, looking her straight in the eyes. "If anything, I started on a train of thought I shouldn't be having about someone off the market."

The admission leaves him awkwardly looking down at his mostly empty plate, running his fingers absently over the stem of his glass.

"I know better."

[chief_mom]

"Oh." That's all she can say, overlapping thoughts trying to start a war in her head, and each getting tamped down because she can't sit and process that while he watches her.

"I encouraged it," she points out, quietly, over the rim of her wine glass. She knows she's that close to crossing the line.

Again.

She isn't just sounding crazy tonight. She really is. She's lost her mind.

[sbpd_papabear]

The easy thing to do would be to escape, pay the bill and leave them both to their respective somewhat awkward thoughts, but Henry's never been a man to take the easy road when it comes to sensitive situations.

"It happens;" he forces himself to look up at her, a hint of his smile creasing the corners of his mouth; "Sometimes I just need to remember when to keep my mouth shut."

Now would probably be a good time, if not five minutes ago.

"Especially around people I might be inclined to say things I shouldn't around."

[chief_mom]

She thinks about that as she finishes her noodles and makes the executive decision to leave the second half of that second glass of wine right where it is, draining her water instead.

"You know, I've always felt like honesty is the best policy between friends."

[sbpd_papabear]

His brain jumps on the thought, and he's pretty sure he's seconds away from being put in his place and told to back off - which his brain keeps telling him despite what his mouth may be saying.

"Yeah," he nods slowly, finishing the bottom of his glass of wine in preparation for the dressing down. "And you're right."

[chief_mom]

"So, honestly, I... well, I encouraged you on that train of thought. So, you know..."

She shrugs, but looks at him, doesn't break her gaze this time.

"Don't feel badly about it, is all I mean."

[sbpd_papabear]

It takes a moment for the obvious to settle in, partially because he doesn't want to think about it, and partially because he's sure that he must be reading her wrong.

Not breaking the steady gaze, he swallows a sudden lump in his throat and says; "And by that you mean it wouldn't be unwelcome if I was being serious?"

It's an open enough statement, giving them both plenty of room to back out quickly.

[chief_mom]

"I know it should be, but," she shrugs, lips twisted in a half-smile, half-grimace. She squeezes her eyes closed for a long moment, but then meets his gaze once more.

"It's not wise and everything is very complicated, but it wouldn't be unwelcome at all."

[sbpd_papabear]

The pieces fall as neatly into place as one can expect and Henry nods slowly, offering an honest but somewhat confused half-smile.

"I, uh..." he nods again, looking down into his empty wine glass; "I understand."

The awkward sinking in his stomach tells him it's probably a good time to not ask what he wants to ask... that he should just let things lie for the moment. "I know you've got an early morning... and I should probably be getting home."