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comfort food
(OOC: I swear I'll start answering my asks soooon!)
(RP between Tia Culnamo and Milli Bowyen)
Her head popped up at the knock, but the voice outside was not one she was hoping for. Not that she minded. "Wait, Tia stop," she called with urgency, stumbling across the room to turn off the security system. Fuck, had she remembered to turn it on at the shop? She wasn't sure. Milli opened the door, clothes mostly discarded but for a long-sleeved shirt and her underwear. Her hair was down, unsually, and a mess. She wasn't wearing her eyepiece and the harsh scarring on her face was shown to the light of day. She winced at the light. "What do you need? What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Should I call for the barber?" She didn't ask about Cia. Bit her tongue to keep herself quiet.
Tia froze at the door when she said to wait, knowing it was likely best not to intrude more than she needed to. The questions, though, caused her brow to quirk. "I'm fine," she assured. Even if she wasn't, Tia was more likely to keep it to herself. Business was one thing, she'd talk to Milli about that but her personal turmoils were her's and her's alone. "I was going to help you with the shop but I guess I was too late. Instead I brought you food," she continued her eyes peering around the woman's home as if she expected it might need cleaning too. There were five boxes in total. Three were fish and chips as Tia expected Ciara would be here. The top two were ribs with a side of fried potatoes and onions and green beans. It was difficult for Tia to find anything on the tavern's menu that included vegetables but she did her best.
"Oh. Good," she said, energy leaking out of her like a deflated balloon. "I cleaned up the shop this morning. Wanted to get it before the blood got too tacky. You can...leave the food on the table or something. I'll eat in a while." She turned and walked back to the bed, laying down and drawing the covers up close around her. She'd just sleep a few minutes more. Then eat. Dress. Go back and check on the shop, make sure it wasn't unprotected.
The parcels found the table as instructed, but Tia didn't leave just yet. She watched as Milli disappeared back into herself. When a person is injured multiple people tend to suffer but only the injured one is healed. Everyone always forgets the loved ones. Tia slid her jacket off, letting it drape neatly over the back of a chair - still filled with her private arsenal. Next she unlaced her boots, placing them side by side next to that same chair. The weight of the bed was momentarily displaced as Tia crawled up behind Milli, wrapping her arms gently around the woman. Her fingers combed slowly through her hair. She didn't bother speaking, Milli had enough going on in her head for that. She just held her and did her best to soothe the woman so she could truly rest.
She wanted to protest, to send Tia away as those kind arms slid around her. She didn't need comfort. Didn't want it or deserve it. She'd hurt Cia. Hurt herself. But, as she'd told Cia before, she had a hard time saying no to people. Especially when she was so fragile. Choking back a sob, Milli turned and buried her head in Tia's neck. She held onto the woman tight, letting out all her wordless pain and fear in those silent, shaking tears. It took a while, but the tears slowed. A while after that, Milli's breathing evened out. And finally, she slept.
Once she was sure Milli had succeeded in finding her slumber she slid from the bed, tucked Milli snuggly under the covers and headed to that chair that had been keeping track of her things. Tia dressed back in her boots and jacket and saw herself out, ensuring the door was locked on her way. She'd be in the shop until Milli came by, doing whatever tinkering needed doing so the shop didn't get behind.