MHA #6, Wednesday Afternoon

[arboreal_priestess]

They hadn't gotten home until almost dawn yesterday morning, trying to plan for the Covenant and what they could do to keep Baltimore safe from them. And Verity, more dispirited than she was willing to let on, had just fallen facefirst into their--her bed the moment they'd gotten into the bedroom, barely taking the time to kick off her shoes and remove her holster.

Even now, it was afternoon and she was struggling against waking up. Liam was a warm presence beside her, offering comfort just by being there. What would she be doing now if she didn't have him, she wondered? Trying to bring people together all by herself? No one to hold her when it all got to be a bit too much? It was bad enough those rare nights he went back to his place and she didn't follow along; imagining not having him at all was...awful.

Without saying anything, she rolled over on her side and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his side.

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[firstofitskind]

Liam shrugged. “There was that one night a couple weeks ago?” She’d been out late in Baltimore, and key or not, coming back to the apartment without her there had felt kind of weird, so he’d gone to the house instead. He supposed he’d have to get over that line of thinking, now.

[arboreal_priestess]

"So, basically what I'm hearing is that we're just really overdue for this conversation and everybody else probably thinks it already happened," Verity said with a laugh.

[firstofitskind]

"That's... entirely possible," Liam admitted, thinking back to the conversation with Kaidan during that weekend where they'd woken up without memories.

[arboreal_priestess]

Which mostly meant that Verity was overdue for it, because she'd eat her favorite tango dress if Liam hadn't thought about it already. She was the slow one in this relationship, she knew.

"On the plus side, most of your day-to-day stuff is here already," she pointed out.

[firstofitskind]

He absolutely had. But the apartment was (had been?) her space, and so she needed to be the one to take the lead when it came to making it theirs.

"We're absolutely replacing your bed with mine, though." Liam said firmly. The one that had come furnished in the apartment was fine, but Liam's was nicer. But not so nice that he'd mind leaving it behind if and when they eventually left Fandom.

[arboreal_priestess]

"You keep threatening to replace all my furniture," Verity whined - or, really pretended to. Because, yeah, his bed won, hands down. "My bed, my antique kitchen table that was clearly a family heirloom..."

[firstofitskind]

"Oh no," Liam deadpanned. "You've caught me. I can't believe you uncovered my dastardly plan."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Are you moving in so you can rob me blind of all my valuable furnishings?" Verity asked, leaning back in her probably handcrafted metal folding chair.

[firstofitskind]

But was it vintage handcrafted?

"Yep," Liam confirmed. "Gonna make a fortune on the secondary market."

[arboreal_priestess]

Look at this detailing, like the weird dent in the seat and how three of the four legs were different heights! Obviously it was.

"I'm gonna turn on Antiques Roadshow and there you'll be, hawking the couch that comfort forgot."

[firstofitskind]

"I promise I won't use the fortune I make selling your shitty furniture to buy us scary, probably demon-infested furniture, though." Liam told her.

Plenty of things in that Ikea had been perfectly normal. But then there were the things that had definitely not been normal.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Good," Verity sniffed. "This house has standards, you know? If we get eaten by our own furniture, my family will never let me live it down."

[firstofitskind]

"You?" Liam scoffed. "They'll never let me live it down."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Antimony will be so disappointed in you," Verity said, shaking her head. "Me, she thinks I've got about as much air in my head as a balloon, but you, she expects better of."

[firstofitskind]

"How did that even happen?" Liam said wonderingly, as he moved to begin puttering around the kitchen to assemble something breakfast-like. Yes, it was mid afternoon, but they'd just woken up. All-day breakfast was a thing, just ask literally any fast food establishment these days.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Maybe you're just catnip for Price girls," Verity said, leaning in to kiss his shoulder. "Maybe even Price boys, too. I never asked Alex if he played for more than one team."

[firstofitskind]

"Think that's why he keeps trying to get me to camping?" Liam mused.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Not on your life," Verity said, laughing. "Or, rather, not on his. I don't share well." She paused, considering. "Not with my siblings anyway."

[firstofitskind]

"There's only one Price I'm interested in, anyway," Liam confirmed with a chuckle of his own. Alex wasn't hard on the eyes at all, but not his type.

[arboreal_priestess]

There was only room for one nerd in this relationship and that was Liam, thanks much.

"So then what is your Price?" Verity asked.

...not unlike a nerd, herself.

[firstofitskind]

"Blonde, fabulous dancer, legs up to here- though all told, she's not all that tall, wicked sense of humour... ringing any bells?"

[arboreal_priestess]

"Hey!" Verity protested. "I'm...umm..."

Really not that tall.

[firstofitskind]

"Kinda short, babe," Liam said fondly. "Sorry to burst your bubble."

[arboreal_priestess]

She pouted up at him from roughly a foot below his face. "It's cause all the awesome is concentrated," she declared.

[firstofitskind]

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Liam said, reaching out to pat her gently on the top of her head. A dangerous maneuver, but he was willing to take the risk.