Log: There's No Place Like Home

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York, anyone at base
What: Coming home at last
Where: For Hire base
When: Sunday 8/9 midday
Warnings: None

There's no place like home, York thinks as he grins up at the building he's been away from for almost exactly two months. It hasn't changed at all, not that he'd expected it to, but the familiarity makes him smile so wide it almost hurts his face.

Sure, he's wheelchair bound and will be until he can get the strength back into his legs, but he's finally home and will soon be back among his friends. Plus he knows the medics here, so the care will be with people he's familiar with and who are familiar with him and that will make things a hell of a lot easier.

He's wheeled up to the door where he insists on letting himself in, tapping in the codes he's known for years and thanking God for the hundredth time that the bullet to his head didn't damage his motor functions. Learning to deal with only having one eye had been hard, recovering his speech is going to be just as tricky. Having to relearn how to move, how to use his hands would have been beyond torture.

The door swings open and he's pushed inside, grinning even at the plain hallway while he takes his helmet - his own helmet, finally returned to him that morning - off and holds it in his lap. He's been practicing with Obi for this.

'I'mm o- h-ho~ome!'

Comments

[ambitious_muse]

"You smell it, too?" he asks. Pancakes. How could they miss out on pancakes? Who's cooking? Obviously Maine or Florida.

"I think they missed you, too."

[depthlesslock]

You bet he smells it. Inhaling deply pulls in a wonderful mix of pancakes and Sigma and as mmuch as he wants pancakes, he wants cuddles for just a bit longer and tucks into Sigma for a long moment before raising his head again.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma doesn't mind cuddling for a bit longer, either. He loves having York to himself. Yet he's entirely unsurprised when York peeks up in search of pancakes.

"Want to go get some?" he asks, caressing York's side one last time.

[depthlesslock]

He nods, though he's still comfortably wrapped with his lover. He's at that annoying stage where he wants to get up, but also really doesn't want to have to stop cuddling.

[ambitious_muse]

He chuckles against York's chest. "We could always wait for them to find us." At least they have their pants on. "Imagine Wash or Maine or--Florida."

Or Texas.

He sits up and starts scrounging around for his shirt.

[depthlesslock]

They've probably figured it out already, but the threat is enough to get him moving and clearly Sigma scared himself because he's doing the same.

He hesitated on Florida's name, is he alright? The Informant had better not have scared his flame.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma gets his shirt on first, then helps York into his own. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather my sister and her boyfriend not catch us like this. They might get ideas."

[depthlesslock]

York accepts the help gratefully, though it's more fun when Sigma's taking his clothes off than putting them on. He chuckles at the thought, though he'd rather not test it.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma raises an eyebrow. "Should I leave my shoes in here?" he asks. "Is that what you're thinking?"

[depthlesslock]

It wasn't what he was thinking, but now that Sigma's mentioned it... He hums thoughtfully and looks over, eyes moving with deliberate slowness.

[ambitious_muse]

"You better not be making those eyes at me now or your pancakes might have to wait."

[depthlesslock]

He grins, Sigma knows him all too well. His gaze lingers for a moment, but then drops because he does want pancakes.

[ambitious_muse]

"Maybe we can bring back something fun." He slips a hand onto York's shoulder. "C'mon. Let's go get pancakes."

[depthlesslock]

He reaches up to cover Sigma's hand with his own, nodding. Pancakes are sounding - and smelling - really good right now.

[ambitious_muse]

It takes a minute to get York back in the wheelchair, though that may be the tantalizing smell of pancakes that makes things seem to take longer. Once he has his boyfriend in place, Sigma wheels him out and into the kitchen.