losthunter | Sleepovers with Someone to Cling to ((Verity))

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Sleepovers with Someone to Cling to ((Verity))

It has been a quiet week for Hunter. One of the advantages of the quiet is the fact that Hunter has had lots of time to work on his artwork. (Perhaps a little bit too much time, in all reality).

So receiving a message from Verity was a good thing, all things considered. Hunter really had wanted to speak to her, about some small things going on in his life. And just have a fun night with a great friend. So they had decided to have a good-ol' fashioned sleepover.

Knowing that Verity was going to stay the night -- and having no qualms with sharing his bed with his good friend -- Hunter had made sure to bring out his best rose-themed sheets for the King-sized bed.

He also raided the closest convenience store to stock up on a few snack goodies for the evening. But of course, for the wine selection of the evening, Hunter went to one of his favourite stores. There he also picked up some cheese selections of the evening.

Almost was ready for Verity to arrive. Hunter's apartment is very open concept. The kitchen, dining room and living room are all visible from the doorway. Of course, his art studio is a little more tucked away -- close to the balcony, and where Hunter grows his roses.

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Ver hums at that thought, quite pleased. She would like that very much.

"There is a hot tub," she agrees, "and if I'd known I would have brought a swim suit. Which I'll know to do next time. But I can sit and keep you company if you want to relax in it a while."

"I wouldn't want to sit in it alone, when there are things on your mind. If you change your mind, you could borrow a pair of my swim trucks. I promise not to peek too much..." Hunter winks, playfully covering his hand, but peeking through two of his fingers.

"How about wine by the fireplace?"

Verity rolls her eyes at the promise and the playacting, but she's smiling all the while. "Just enough, right?"

"That sounds perfect." It'll be a good spot to cuddle and talk. "You get the wine ready, I've got a few things to put in the fridge for later." She is so bossy.

"I am an artist and do appreciate the human body, in any form it presents." Hunter chuckles lightly.

"Mmmm I do love good, solid directions." Hunter playfully responds to her bossiness. He takes her back to the kitchen, so she can unpack her supplies. Before grabbing the wine, Hunter is going to use his muscles to a slight advantage, moving the bigger two-person chair into the bedroom, by the fire. The two smaller chairs are set against the wall.

Then he gets the wine and two glasses.

"Oh, well, that's different." Maybe. She'll see.

"I knew you liked me for a reason." It won't take her long to unpack the basket and put some things in the fridge. He gets a look when he picks up the big chair, but if it looks like he's got it she'll help out by making sure the doors are open for him.

While he gets the wine she asks, "You want anything to eat with that?" Between the two of them, there should be plenty of options.

"A little bit of cheese and crackers would be great right now." Hunter sets a little side table by the chair, so they have a place to set down their snacks.

"Sure thing." That's quick and easy. She brought a nice gouda and some herbed chevre. A little of each, some crackers, some figs cut into quarters, and a little mound of pâté. Technically more than asked for, but options are nice. And she has a feeling they'll be having a late dinner since they've got so much to talk about.

He isn't waiting for her long before she's ready to join him in Cuddlesville. Only thing left to do is take off her shoes and get comfy. Which she does with an arm stretched across the back of the chair to invite him in for comfort.

Hunter slides in beside her, immediately shifting to wrap his arms around Verity and pull her to him.

"What is weighing on your mind, Verity?" He gets right to starting the conversation that they both need to have.

She blinks in surprise; she'd thought he'd go first. But okay. She'll adjust and curl up against him with her head on his shoulder and her arms snug around him. "I'm not good at playing nurse. I ended up with a half-dead man in my bed who needed a bullet removed from his lung and around-the-clock care and I'm kind of exhausted. The fact he doesn't like magic and doesn't like me touching him didn't help."

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Hunter is just that type of person. She should know, since she is much the same when it comes to wanting happiness for their friends.

After listening to the initial confession, Hunter was quiet for a moment. "Do you have feelings for him, in some fashion?"

Yes, she knows the impulse. She also knows a delaying tactic when she sees one. But he wins this round.

She doesn't answer immediately, which is a kind of an answer. Eventually, she admits, "Not the way he wants."

Hunter kisses the top of her head, and hugs her even tighter. "I'm so sorry Verity. I know how much that can hurt."

"Are you concerned that he might leave, because of what happened?"

How does he always know exactly what's bothering her? It's uncanny. Ver sighs and gives a bit of a shrug. "He's always wanted to go home. I know that, and I don't blame him. He's got people who're probably wondering where he is. I just."

She hesitates to finish, and when she does, it's almost too quiet to hear. "I'm so tired of losing people."

It is because the same things bother him. Hunter hasn't lost as much as Verity, but he has still lost a few important people.

So right now, Hunter runs one hand through her hair, as he holds her close to his chest.

"The hardest things is letting go..." His voice is soft. "But you do. You let go because you love them, and you want them to find their happiness."

"And all the best you can hope for is that they will come back, because they missed you. Even when in your heart, you know the chances are low."

She used to be so closed off to the world. It's strange for her, being seen so clearly. The girl who's raged against a lack of transparency doesn't always like having the shoe on the other foot.

"I know it's selfish of me to want him to stay. I want him to be happy, and I know he can't be happy until he gets home." But sometimes she wishes she got to be the selfish one. Just a little. Life is long and lonely and she wants, needs, something to fill it.

"He says he'll come back. And he means it, for now. But I don't see why he would."

"I know that feeling very well." Hunter sympathizes with her. He doesn't think she is being selfish either. Everyone deserves to have happiness in their life -- and he wants the same for Verity.

He just wishes he could do something for her.

"I am sure you are important to him, Verity. If he said he will come back... I am sure he will do everything he can to keep that promise."

Hunter's doing plenty. He's providing a much-needed emotional outlet for her. He's empathizing without patronizing. And he's helping her remember that it's okay to want to touch people, that she isn't bad or dirty or unworthy.

"Do men usually visit the women who've broken their hearts?" Her tone suggests how much she doubts it.

"If I could visit Lindy... I would." Hunter notes lightly. "And our situation broke my heart."

"She still has a special place in my heart, in my past, and whom I am. I could never put her out of my mind."

"But I might not think the same as other men. I couldn't speak for your friend, except to say that he sounds genuine."

"Why can't you visit Lindy?" There are such holes in her understanding of his history. But they both still have so much to learn about each other. She'll leave off the part about how it's not quite the same thing to realize he's the one not in that kind of love.

"I'm not sure Han would take it as a compliment to be told he sounds genuine," she admits with a fond sigh. What is it about rogues that she loves so much? It's so counter-intuitive. "He's a better man than he thinks he is."

"Lindy is trying to find herself by traveling around the world. She has yet to stay in one place long enough to put down roots."

Hunter leans his head onto Verity's head. "She and I were very close for nearly a year. And that whole time... I had the thought in the back of my head that she was the 'true love' who would break my curse."

"There are some moments when... I worry that that I had walked away from the only 'true love' I would ever have. And that my heart will always have this missing piece because of that."

He has to take a moment to wipe away a stray tear from his eyes. Then he returns his focus to her situation. "He will see that he is a better man one day. And when he does... he will think of you. And how you influenced him."

"Oh. That would make it more difficult." Ver reaches up to curl a hand around the back of his head, fingertips lightly rubbing behind his ear. He's not alone now.

"There's lots of kinds of love, Hunter. Not all of them are romantic or sexual. It's okay to want what you want." And yes, she knows that holds true for Han as well. She's never blamed him for how she feels. "But that doesn't mean friends can't feel true and abiding love for each other."

"Hey..." Her arms around him tighten when she notices the tear. "You're not alone. You're not gonna be alone. I promise."

They can leave the idea of whether she's influenced Han, and whether it was for the best, for later. She's not sure on either count right now.

Hunter leans into her, when she curls her hand around the back of his head. "I know. And I feel really blessed that I have good friends, who I do love very deeply, in my life."

"It just sucks a little... that the romantic options just don't work out. That when I develop an attraction, the end result is either that they are uninterested or unavailable."

"But it is comforting to know that I am not alone." He returns to tight embrace.

"I know. But it's not always gonna be that way." Verity leans back for a moment, taking off her glasses and setting them on the table. It's easier to get a proper cuddle on without them in the way. Once they're out of the way her arms wrap around him again and tucks her head against his shoulder. "I know it sucks to hear this, but sometimes you have to be patient. Wait for the right person. I am kinda the queen of that so I know what I'm talking about."

After a moment, she adds, "I'm sorry things didn't work out with Schön."

"Consider me fortunate to be in the presence of Her Majesty, to help guide the way." Hunter lightly chuckles, just trying to keep his mood from getting too dark right now. The cuddling also helps.

Hunter gives a sad smile when she mentions Schön. "He is still a valuable friend. And I appreciate that. Especially after he took such caution and care in making sure that I knew... that he wasn't the romantic type."

"But hey, at least I have one more person who is going to be there for me."

"I don't know what I would do without you... or him in my life as friends. I love you both dearly."

She hums an amused note at the teasing. "You should consider yourself fortunate for that," she counters in a laughably fake 'regal' accent, "for it is beneath our dignity to do it for you."

Ver gives him another gentle squeeze before freeing an arm again, this time, to give him his glass of wine. "I didn't know that about him, otherwise, I wouldn't have encouraged it. I'm sorry for that." In fact, Verity knows quite well that Schön told a fib, but she's not going to hurt Hunter more by bringing that up. She'll give Schön a chance to fix things before stepping in to try and do it for him.

And it's a valuable lesson for her about meddling.

"I love you too, sweetie." That she can say without hesitation.

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