[He should stay: he came here to be with Ricki, and it would feel like running to leave now. There's a large part of him that's tempted to anyway, to get a little distance between them for a minute. For a moment, panic and guilt war with pride and desire. It's really ego more than anything that wins in the end: Omar Little doesn't scare.
So he shakes his head and settles back again, pulling his shoes off to get comfortable on the bed.]
[He smiles, and gives his side another slow, familiar touch, before getting gingerly to his feet and stretching, heading for the bathroom.
Omar has a thing about not talking to people from other rooms, and anyways, Ricki needs a cup from the desk and a bottle of pills from the dresser, so he starts brushing his teeth, and reemerges to fetch both of those things with the spare hand, and a wink for Omar in passing. It feels a little ridiculous, letting him into this most quiet, domestic space, but of course he brushes his teeth at night, he only wishes he had a spare brush to lend him.]
[That's really a trust issue. Back when Ricki was still a mostly unknown quantity, Omar had preferred he stay in line of sight. Whatever is twisting around in Omar's gut tonight, that's not it, or he wouldn't be staying at all.
He has every intention of letting Ricki go without comment, but he notices the bottle. He hadn't before; it seems to almost suddenly materialize on the dresser just in time for Ricki to pick it up. Is that new? He doesn't remember seeing it before at all. He doesn't ask outright, though he gives it a curious squint as Ricki passes by on his way back into the bathroom, and again when he emerges. He's made himself comfortable in the meantime, stretched out on his back, the shared cigarette having found its way back into his hand.]
[He tucks it away, and goes to his dresser, stripping off his shirt to find a clean tee, and without looking at him, admits;]
Doc here wants me on something for anxiety. I said no, and he settled for a nighttime sedative. If you need anything in the night, you might not be able to wake me. Please be very sure the door is locked behind you if you have to go.
[He doesn't think he really needs to ask why Ricki might have trouble sleeping without them, or what he has to feel anxious about. Hell, if he hadn't been anxious before, the Barge's warm welcoming embrace could have given him that in spades. Whatever the pills are, Omar has no interest in touching them, but the concept itself isn't exactly a mystery.
There's a voice in him that says he should talk Ricki out of taking them -- that Ricki shouldn't leave himself susceptible like that, that he should harden up against it instead -- but he quells it for the time being. There's a lot behind that impulse, and a lot of it falls into the same too much that has his back up right now. His mouth twitches distastefully, but he just leans over to stub the cigarette out, no commentary.]
[He shrugs; nothing he sees from Omar, he doesn't feel about himself in spades. He tosses the bottle back onto the desk, sips his water, and moves to slide to the other side of the bed, to fetch up against the wall, so that Omar can make his escape if he needs.
Tired, defeated, he drags one of the pillows down and falls into it, lying on his stomach, breathing out softly through his nose.]
I'm off them in a week. I just have the seven, to reset, and no one's gladder about that than me.
[He echoes it curiously, glancing over at Ricki with a raised brow as he settles in on his back. That makes it sound like something recent, but while he obviously knows Ricki has been a whole lot more keyed up lately, he hadn't thought of there being some kind of specific inciting incident. The breach? Or is it really just the fallout from the concession that was knitting circle?
He lets his hand fall between them, idly stroking the backs of his fingers along Ricki's arm.]
Didn't realize your-- what is it, you know, your rhythms was thrown all that much.
[He admits, rolling his head to the side, turning to Omar, even though he doesn't try to open his eyes yet. He settles subtly down at the touch.]
Got into a spot of trouble, trying to train in the Enclosure after a really rough night. Slipped up and ended up trying to breathe in some water. Shook me up into trying to do something about it. I was getting four hours a night, on nights I could shut my eyes, and I often pushed through, just reading, or messing around on the network.
[There are a few answers to that. Yes, Omar does help, in that he's a considerable source of strength and balance to Ricki. No, he hadn't helped, in that there had been some turmoil there that he'd tossed and turned over. Furthermore, no, in that he was one of his most frequent late night chatters.
[He's thinking mostly of the latter, the most physical hindrance: all those calls continuing long after Omar would typically switch off the network, all those visits stretching into the quiet hours of the night. He lets out a quiet sound not so much of amusement but of good humor, a little warmth creeping back into him.]
I ain't trying to do the same tonight, though.
[He pulls away, going to find the light to switch it off before slipping back into the bed next to him.]
[Ricki murmurs, and shifts closer. He's already warm and sleepy, and glad that some of the pressure of learning how to fall asleep around another man has been lifted. He's not going to get a choice either way.]
[Tired though he truly is, he's not really sleepy at all, but he closes his eyes anyway and tries to settle. In the dark, with Ricki's warmth next to him, he will fall asleep eventually. He has something of a choice -- he could still go, back to his own room or out to roam the halls -- but he's already made his for tonight, and he stays quiet and rooted where he is.
Until sleep takes him, then, he'll just try to keep his mind blank and clear and his heart at ease; he'll try not to let his own turmoils overtake him.]
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So he shakes his head and settles back again, pulling his shoes off to get comfortable on the bed.]
Might be a little tired out, myself.
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Omar has a thing about not talking to people from other rooms, and anyways, Ricki needs a cup from the desk and a bottle of pills from the dresser, so he starts brushing his teeth, and reemerges to fetch both of those things with the spare hand, and a wink for Omar in passing. It feels a little ridiculous, letting him into this most quiet, domestic space, but of course he brushes his teeth at night, he only wishes he had a spare brush to lend him.]
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He has every intention of letting Ricki go without comment, but he notices the bottle. He hadn't before; it seems to almost suddenly materialize on the dresser just in time for Ricki to pick it up. Is that new? He doesn't remember seeing it before at all. He doesn't ask outright, though he gives it a curious squint as Ricki passes by on his way back into the bathroom, and again when he emerges. He's made himself comfortable in the meantime, stretched out on his back, the shared cigarette having found its way back into his hand.]
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Doc here wants me on something for anxiety. I said no, and he settled for a nighttime sedative. If you need anything in the night, you might not be able to wake me. Please be very sure the door is locked behind you if you have to go.
[And talk about an issue of trust.]
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[He doesn't think he really needs to ask why Ricki might have trouble sleeping without them, or what he has to feel anxious about. Hell, if he hadn't been anxious before, the Barge's warm welcoming embrace could have given him that in spades. Whatever the pills are, Omar has no interest in touching them, but the concept itself isn't exactly a mystery.
There's a voice in him that says he should talk Ricki out of taking them -- that Ricki shouldn't leave himself susceptible like that, that he should harden up against it instead -- but he quells it for the time being. There's a lot behind that impulse, and a lot of it falls into the same too much that has his back up right now. His mouth twitches distastefully, but he just leans over to stub the cigarette out, no commentary.]
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Tired, defeated, he drags one of the pillows down and falls into it, lying on his stomach, breathing out softly through his nose.]
I'm off them in a week. I just have the seven, to reset, and no one's gladder about that than me.
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[He echoes it curiously, glancing over at Ricki with a raised brow as he settles in on his back. That makes it sound like something recent, but while he obviously knows Ricki has been a whole lot more keyed up lately, he hadn't thought of there being some kind of specific inciting incident. The breach? Or is it really just the fallout from the concession that was knitting circle?
He lets his hand fall between them, idly stroking the backs of his fingers along Ricki's arm.]
Didn't realize your-- what is it, you know, your rhythms was thrown all that much.
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[He admits, rolling his head to the side, turning to Omar, even though he doesn't try to open his eyes yet. He settles subtly down at the touch.]
Got into a spot of trouble, trying to train in the Enclosure after a really rough night. Slipped up and ended up trying to breathe in some water. Shook me up into trying to do something about it. I was getting four hours a night, on nights I could shut my eyes, and I often pushed through, just reading, or messing around on the network.
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[Despite himself and his own sharp edges tonight, he smiles a little.]
Don't suppose I been all that much help with that.
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[There are a few answers to that. Yes, Omar does help, in that he's a considerable source of strength and balance to Ricki. No, he hadn't helped, in that there had been some turmoil there that he'd tossed and turned over. Furthermore, no, in that he was one of his most frequent late night chatters.
He settles on a sly, sweet;]
Gave me some pleasant thoughts to stay up with.
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I ain't trying to do the same tonight, though.
[He pulls away, going to find the light to switch it off before slipping back into the bed next to him.]
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[Ricki murmurs, and shifts closer. He's already warm and sleepy, and glad that some of the pressure of learning how to fall asleep around another man has been lifted. He's not going to get a choice either way.]
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[Tired though he truly is, he's not really sleepy at all, but he closes his eyes anyway and tries to settle. In the dark, with Ricki's warmth next to him, he will fall asleep eventually. He has something of a choice -- he could still go, back to his own room or out to roam the halls -- but he's already made his for tonight, and he stays quiet and rooted where he is.
Until sleep takes him, then, he'll just try to keep his mind blank and clear and his heart at ease; he'll try not to let his own turmoils overtake him.]