Room 424 [late evening]

[momslilassassin]

His headache had finally cleared up, so Ben was trying to catch up on his robotics work this evening.

Well, that was his story, anyway. It wasn't like he slept more than a few hours a night. The door was closed, though, so the sound didn't carry down the hall.

[OOC: For the girl.]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben winced. "Been there."

[weetuskenraider]

"Oh. Right." Tahiri bit her lip. "Sorry."

[momslilassassin]

"Not about me," Ben said softly. "How are you? Really."

[weetuskenraider]

"Getting better," she said after a moment to evaluate how she really was. "I just didn't really want to be alone right now, and Hurley wouldn't quite understand why that whole thing had me so shaken up. And I'm comfortable here."

That last statement had a few different meanings.

[momslilassassin]

Ben smiled. "You can stay as long as you like," he said. "Feeling a little more in control of you now?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Much," she assured him, shifting a little closer. "But I can't keep doing this every time it comes down to a fight."

[momslilassassin]

"We need to find a way to get her to be quiet," Ben replied.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri made a soft noise of agreement. "Think we've got the best shot at that here in Fandom? And wait, 'we?'"

She wasn't objecting to that, really; the smile said as much.

[momslilassassin]

"If you want, we," Ben amended hastily. "But if you go home to talk to the healers about this, that might get...awkward."

[weetuskenraider]

"Just a little," Tahiri laughed. Laughing was good; it always made her feel a little more control of herself. "And I'm not complaining about that we, gundark."

[momslilassassin]

"I could wear a cunning mustache and call myself Neb," he said. "They'd never guess."

[weetuskenraider]

"You with a mustache?" Tahiri tried to nudge him with her shoulder. "I'd never be able to stop laughing every time I looked at you, and then they'd really wonder."

[momslilassassin]

"I'd look fantastic with a mustache," Ben declared.

Not really, no.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri snorted, amused. "Not remotely, Ben."

[momslilassassin]

"Well, you can't wear the mustache," Ben said. "That'd make no sense."

[weetuskenraider]

"Bet I'd look better in it," Tahiri decided.

[momslilassassin]

Ben reached out to tickle her. "Bet you wouldn't."

[weetuskenraider]

"Would too," she persisted, squirming . . . not exactly away from him.

[momslilassassin]

Ben was fine with that. "I'll get you a mustache and we'll find out," he said.

[weetuskenraider]

"You get one too. It'll be a competition." Tahiri was going to take advantage of this new angle to tickle him right back.

[momslilassassin]

Ben burst out giggling laughing. "Deal," he said, wriggling...well, not exactly out of the way, no.

[weetuskenraider]

"I'll win," Tahiri said with an emphatic tickle under the ribs.

[momslilassassin]

"Nuh uh," Ben said, still giggling.

[weetuskenraider]

This might be turning into something that was less tickling and more of a semi-sneaky attempt to hug him, now. "We'll see what the judges have to say about that."

[momslilassassin]

"We're being judged now?" Ben said, content to give her a squeeze back. "I guess we should be more entertaining."