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Harry Dresden	It's been a long week for one Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, between sleepless nights and Denarius coins surfacing, not to mention the magic swords and demonic thugs that he had a run in with as well. So Harry is at home and taking a night off for once, sitting on one of the second hand but comfortable couches that serve as his furniture. "Bob, I don't want to hear it." he says to the skull perched on the coffee table next to him. "I brought you up from the basement, but I am not going to rent any porn. Hell's bells, I don't even own a TV!" "But Harry..." says the skull in its crisp British accent, "You could always just rent a t..." "I said no, Bob! Now shut up and let me read in peace." "But Harry...Star Wars..." Harry turns his head and stares at the skull, "That new one is out now, isn't it." He sighs, "I don't know if they will let me since I fried the last one..."
Karrin Murphy	Even Murphy realizes that, eventually, she's a little too harsh on her friend. Between the still-healing gunshot wound to her shoulder, the woman in the hospital, the escaped assassin and the dreams, she's been extra snippy to him. But the dream-charm helped and after a good night's rest, her conscience kicked in. So, armed with a pizza topped with literally everything and a six pack from Mac's, she's come to apologize with goods, if not exactly words. Somestimes beer is better. The sound of knocking mainly comes from the heavy toe of her steel-toed boots on the outside of his door, her hands firmly filled with the goods. However, she realizes how kicking at his door might sound a heartbeat later and she calls into the room, "It's Murph. Let me in or you don't get any beer." Mainly because she might drop it, that arm still not back to full strength with the chunk taken out of it and the stitches.
Harry Dresden	"Oh..a booty call!" the skull says as the twin points of orange lights in the eye sockets glow a bit brighter. "Shut up, Bob." Harry mutters as he slowly drags himself from the couch, tossing the blanket that was draped over his legs over the skull as he walks past. "You be quiet." "But, Harry, I want to wa.." "SHUT UP, BOB!" As he makes his way too the door, he calls "I'm on the way, Murph." Reaching the door, he mutters a few words under his breath to disable the ward and then unlocks the door. He opens it, giving it a good tug, and gives the Lieutenant a smile. "Beer? Did I hear you say beer?"
Karrin Murphy	A slight nod down to the dark ale of Mac's in her hand and she lifts it, but there is a faint grimace of pain, her shoulder really not liking that motion, "Take it before I drop it and we both cry." Because crying over spilled ale, especially if it's Mac's? Absolutely a mature adult thing to do. She probably should have taken a few days off with that arm, but no one was willing to tell her that. Or, if they did, she didn't listen. Once she's handed off the precious goods, she carries the XL Chicago pizza into the room, the scent of it still hot and fresh. She must have picked it up and come straight here. She's in jeans, an old teeshirt and her preferred leather jacket, having the day off for onces. "...Were you just talking to someone? I swear I heard voices?...Something about a... Booty...Call?" Her eyes narrow at his face, trying to decide if she should be grumpy about that, or amused.
Harry Dresden	"Uh...must have been the TV." Harry says quickly as he moves to grab the beer from Karrin's injured arm. He gives a glare at the now blanketed skull and mutters something unintelligible under his breath before turning his gaze back to Karrin, "Please, come in. The pizza smells delicious." He moves aside, allowing Karrin entrance to the basement apartment, the familiar tapestries on the walls and rugs underfoot. The only light coming from the fire in the fireplace, which casts it's yellow-orange glow across the room. "I'll get us some plates."
Karrin Murphy	That makes her brow furrow. "...You don't have a TV. The last one you rented burnt out. That's why you can't even sit close to mine." Karrin's eyes narrow on him, suspicions up, especially as she follows her eyes to that weirdly shaped blanket on the shelf. She steps inside, curiously trying to figure out what's under it without being UTTERLY obvious. "It better be good, they put an entire farm on it. The meat parts and the veggie parts. Just not the fish parts. Anchovies are disgusting." Karrin admits flatly, handing the pizza box off to him as well and letting him head for the little kitchen area as she creeps closer to that blanket. What was under there? Some old childhood doll? A mirror glass to another dimension? She slowly picks up the edge of the blanket when his back is turned getting plates.
Harry Dresden	Harry is busy in the little alcove kitchen, looking for a pair of clean plates to put the pizza on as Karrin picks up the blanket. He doesn't seem to notice. Underneath the blanket is Bob, all skull like and quiet with the orange lights of his eyes extinguished, for now anyway. "Oh, yeah...so I don't. Hrm... Would you believe it was the wind?" He looks over and gives a sheepish smile to Karrin, his eyes casting a glance towards the blanket covered skull that she is now peering at. He clears his throat and turns back to plate pizza, bringing the plates and a couple opened bottles of beer back over to the couch.
Karrin Murphy	Well, now she's been caught in the act, might as well fess up to it. Karrin's eyes narrow at the skull, then look back to Harry, then back to the skull, before she just folds back the blanket and leaves it open air to the room. Her hand rests on her hip, staring at him skeptically. "...Harry." She begins, voice perfectly calm, if on the edge of bemused. "... were you talking to a... Skull... when I came in? I mean, is this a Yorick thing? Are you going full on Hamlet on me? I guess it's... a traditional way to go crazy, if nothing else..." She's trying to hide the faint laughter from her voice, but it's hard, the more ridiculous this sounds the more she talks about it. "Some people talk to their plants, they think it helps them grow, or something. Some people even talk to their pets, but Mister assaulted me on the walkway outside... You talk to skulls. Shit. We need to get you out of the house more." She clearly doesn't believe it was the wind. She saw where his eyes went almost immediately, her attention to detail a blessing and a curse some days.
Harry Dresden	Setting the plates of pizza down onto the table, he hands over one of the bottles of beer to Karrin and takes a long pull from the other. "No, if I was doing Yorick it would have been more, "Alas poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio...a man of infinite jest...etcetera, etcetera. I don't recall there being anything about booty calls in Hamlet." He pulls the blanket off of Bob and offers its warmth to Karrin, sitting down on the couch as he takes another pull from his beer as he looks from Karrin to Bob and back. "Besides, Bob is a much bigger pain in the ass than Yorick ever was."
Karrin Murphy	It's always cold in this basement, probably something to do with it being a basement. Being that Karrin doesn't care to get her muddy boots all over his couch, she takes a moment to quickly unlace them and kick them aside near the door before she comes over to accept the blanket fully and plop down on his could, small frame burrito'd up in the blanket, with a freshly opened beer and a slice of pizza. She looks incredibly content, for just a moment. And just a bit cute, curled up like that. Don't dare tell her so. "...Bob. You have a... skull. It looks like a real skull... and you named it *BOB*. Not like... Ravendarkhart! Or... Lord Skullington. Or... even, I don't know, Marius! Something DIGNIFIED. But no. You named it Bob." Karrin still thinks the thing is quite empty, like his strange good luck charm or imaginary friend.
Harry Dresden	Harry Dresden shrugs. "He needed a name, I was sixteen. Bob seemed to be a good fit. I couldn't exactly keep calling him 'Spirit' could I? Well I suppose I could have since he answered to it for centuries before I named him...but still, Bob was shorter." He glances over at Karrin, taking a bite of his pizza and chewing slowly, "Anyway, he...uh...well. He like romance novels...the smuttier the better. For someone with a lack of a body, he certainly has a thing for sex." The lights in the eye sockets flick to life, and the skull turns slightly on the table to face the two, 'Well if you would let me OUT every once in a while, you wouldn't have to placate me with a textual representation. I could experience..." "The last time I let you out, you started an orgy!"
Karrin Murphy	A good slug of her beer and Karrin's shoulders drop almost an inch. She needed this as much as Harry did, even if she's given no explanation or actual apology as to why she's come over, and has still spent half the time rousing him about the weird skull on his table. She sets the beer down and pulls her plate into her lap, though his words about centuries and romance novels make Karrin look even more skeptical, "You're...really attached to your little imaginary friend over there, aren't you? Damn, you've made up a full back story for him and everythi-" OH GOD IT TALKS! Karrin NEARLY loses her pizza straight on the floor as lights fill the sockets and the thing turns to face both of them, responding in a way she doesn't even really understand. She saves her pizza, which has slid off her plate when she upended her lap, by the edge of the crust, dragging it back onto the plate quickly. Feet now flat on the floor, she stares at the skull, breathing out raggedly a moment or two. "Oh god... what? You... you were ACTUALLY talking to the skull. And it was talking back. WHAT?!"
Harry Dresden	Harry Dresden can't help himself. He laughs. It starts off as a chuckle, but soon erupts into a full blown belly laugh. "Oh...oh god. The look on your face... Priceless." It takes him a moment to gather himself, turning to face the skull, "I thought I told you to be quiet." "But Harry...you were droning on an on about me, so I figured it was ok to say hi." The skull turns to face Karrin, "Hi, Karrin. You're as cute as Harr.." "BOB!" the wizard growls out, cutting the spirit of intellect off before it can say any more. "Ixnay on the Utecay talk!"
Karrin Murphy	"Carefully, skull-boy, I can punt you at least 45 yards to make a field goal and Harry doesn't have that kind of room in this apartment. I'm not *cute*." Karrin insists, with that slight wrinkle to her nose that, as ever, somehow makes her even MORE cute because she's being stubborn about it. Don't dare tell her so. She lets her free hand rest against her chest for a moment, trying to make certain her heart is still inside as she processes all this new information with her normal level of deadpan snark. The more snarky, the more her brain is in freak out mode somewhere in the dark, quiet recesses of her skull. But she can handle it. Then she's looking at Harry, blue eyes narrowing slightly, "...you tell your skull -- named BOB," no, she's still not letting that go, "that I'm *cute*? And talk to him about booty calls? What are you two, 16 year old boys?" She asks, glaring suspiciously between the pair before she finally goes back to taking that over due bite of pizza, her world view adjusted just enough she can consider food again. Besides, Chicago pizza makes everything better.
Harry Dresden	Uh-oh Harry. Storms a brewing. "I may have, in the past, mentioned the fact that you could be considered as such by someone who wasn't privy to your more gruff personification. I would never call you cute." Not to your face anyway. "But Harry, you said just the other day..." Shut up, Bob!" The skull huffs, an impressive feat for something that has no lungs or lips, but then falls silent. "And I wasn't talking booty calls. I told you, Bob has a obsession." "Well, too be fair, Harry, you haven't had a woman in years. I was hoping that since you said you ended up in bed..." "I said shut up, Bob!" the wizard exclaims through gritted teeth.. Beer. He needs more beer. Harry drains the bottle and reaches for another.
Karrin Murphy	The blonde wants to be mad about the cute thing, but as the dear skull just pours out poor Harry's deepest secrets, her own amusement mingles with just a bit of pity and most of that anger is quickly quashed. Karrin's pale eyes flicker from skull, to man, back to skull again, not entirely hiding her slight grin behind the deep gulp of beer she's taking. She hasn't quite finished her's yet, but she's certainly taking more liberal gulps than usual. They needed it after this week. "...Shit, Harry. Years? I had no clue. I guess I really should go easier on you. No wonder you're such an idiot. All your blood's caught up in, well...You know." She gives a slightly conspiratorial wink in Bob's direction. Karrin's gotten very good at going from being utterly freaked out by to just pretty much accepting 'this is life now' anything of a supernatural bent. It's just become a more sane way to operate.
Harry Dresden	There is a flush to Harry's face as Karrin speaks to him of his lack of female companionship. "I've been busy." he says in his defense. "Besides, not many people are as open and understanding about my life as you are, Karrin. You literally just met a spirit of intellect no more than a few minutes ago, and here you are joking around with it about my sex life." "Whose joking, Harry." says the skull, "I mean when I say it has been years, I mean..." "One more word, Bob, and I am going to smash you with a hammer." Harry rubs the bridge of his nose before taking another health pull from his beer. "Long story short, I don't date much." He takes a bite of pizza, since the act of chewing will prevent more words from escaping his lips.
Karrin Murphy	"A spirit of intellect..." Karrin echoes, now a touch more curiosity behind her voice. She might be taking this all in stride, but that doesn't mean she's not curious and a bit wary. She just has learned never to let them see you scared. "...Useful friend to have. Even if he is a horn dog." Karrin deadpans, giving the eye-less sockets a little, accusing smirk. She takes another gulp of beer, finishing off her own bottle and nodding for Harry to open another. "...gimmie. I brought, that means you're the bartender." And she doesn't feel like reaching that far. Digging into the rest of her pizza while she waits for the next beer, Karrin's blue eyes stretch over from Bob to fully take in Dresden. She's silent for several long heartbeats, something heavy behind her eyes that goes beyond beer and pizza but she's just not daring to speak. Finally, she forces herself to look away, trying to shake off those thoughts. She tucks her feet back up on the couch, cold toes tucking against the side of his leg because it's there and he is warm. She might not even notice it's happening, or so she pretends. "Better that way. Dating leads to marriage, which leads to divorce. Better to just stay married to work."
Harry Dresden	Passing over another beer, Harry sighs, "Bob's invaluable, which is probably why I haven't smashed him years ago. He is a magical encyclopedia and one hell of a lab assistant. He knows magical formula for potions and spells covering centuries of time. He works for romance novels. Trashy ones." "And porn." says the Skull. "Thanks, boss, I have a fondness for you too, which is why I want to see you happy...well that and..." "Just stop and leave it there, Bob. The next words were likely something I don't want to hear." Harry smirks and takes another sip of his beer. As Karrin moves her feet to warm up against his leg, Harry absently places a hand down over them, adding just a hint more warmth as he look over to Karrin, "Now Murph, I know even you aren't that cynical. After all, I don't think those panties behind your bed were there since your last marriage." It's his time to smirk.
Karrin Murphy	If Karrin hadn't downed an entire beer before she finished her first slice of pizza, she probably wouldn't let him hold her feet like that, but she's feeling just relaxed enough to let herself enjoy something for once. So she does. A slightly softer smile dares slip across her lips as she relaxes into the touch and downs another good sip of the beer, breath coming easier, body relaxed for the first time in a week. "How did you find panties behind her bed, Harry? Wait, more importantly, what color were they?" The spirit quickly comes back to life hearing that, some pep in his lighted step, so to speak. Karrin just turned an icy glare on him, deep smirk on her lips, "Can we just shove him in a junk drawer or something, until he learns his manners?" Karrin half growls out, a definite, teasing threat in her voice, but there's a hint of heat climbing up her cheeks also. "...and no. But that wasn't... dating. That was just... letting off some steam, you know. He's almost never in town, so no strings. Works out that way."
Harry Dresden	Harry Dresden glances over at Bob with a shake of his head, "None of your damned business, Bob." He pauses as a slight smirk comes over his face. After all, she has been ribbing him all night, so why not return the favor, "Pink. Now shut up or I am going to put you back in the lab." He looks over to Karrin and shrugs, "Yeah well, I still don't buy it, Murph. I know you well enough to know you don't really feel that way, even if you try to convince yourself that you do." He rubs the covered feet idly, just enjoying the human contact as he takes another sip of his beer, before trading the bottle for his pizza slice. "For fuck's sake, if anyone should be that jaded about love and marriage it should be me. I caused the death of my first love, and my last girlfriend ran away after I asked her to marry me." HArry takes another bite of his slice, chewing slowly. "You may be divorced, but at least your ex-husband isn't a half-vampire."
Karrin Murphy	A slightly skeptical brow climbs up her forehead as she watches the tall man across the couch from her. "...You haven't met my ex-husband. No foolish creature would ever condemn the world to having him around for eternal life. But if men were harpies, well..." Karrin groans a bit, with the familiar, tired annoyance of someone trapped in something that went loveless long before it broke free. Her toes instinctively, almost reassuringly curl against his leg, a silent assent to the brush of his hand over her feet. It really was comforting, just that single point of human contact. They could almost pretend their lives were normal, on nights like this. "...I...I didn't know you asked Susan to marry you. That's who it was, right? That...crazy reporter woman?" Murphy only remembers one woman coming and going, dimly, a while back. There is no accusation in her voice or even teasing about this, when normally she'd be joshing him about almost anything, she lets this be. Just opening the door enough that if he needs to talk it out or vent, she's listening.
Harry Dresden	"Yeah", Harry confirms with a nod. "She got caught up in my crazy life, and it didn't end well for her. Nobody deserves that. Nobody." Bob pipes up, but in a more soft and somber tone that his usual, "Harry spent every waking moment for close to a year trying to find a cure for her. No luck." Harry glances over at the skull with a frown. He opens his mouth to say something, but then decides against it and guzzles more beer down his gullet instead. Another bottle gone. "Sorry. Didn't mean to derail the evening into a night of self pity." He gives a quick little smile, "Bob was trying to get me to rent another TV so we could watch the new Star Wars movie." "And porn." quips the skull.
Karrin Murphy	"...Shit...I wondered what happened last year. I felt like every time I picked up the phone you were out of town. Thought you were just avoiding me..." Karrin's voice is a bit quieter, any of the anger she felt this week completely gone. She doesn't exactly pity him, but there is defintiely an ache behind her voice. She takes one last, deep gulp of her beer and sets it down before reaching one hand over to his hand and grabbing the back with warmer fingertips, trying to get him to look at her. Even if they still don't quite meet eyes. She still forgets to routinely avoid it. "...Harry. For all that I bitch at you -- and trust me, I'm not going to stop bitching at you -- you're a good man. There is a reason people *choose* to return to your side. And we do choose it. We're all adults. We could CHOOSE to fuck off, you know? But we don't. We keep coming back. You have to let us have those choices and some part of you has to realize that maybe, just maybe, there's something in you worth fighting beside, okay? So... whatever happened to Susan, however poorly it went, she made that choice to be there. It's not all on your shoulders. Unless you picked up a phone and told some damn vampire where she was, it's not all on you." She's not even thinking about Star Wars and porn right now, though Bob gets a brief glare. "Shut up. This is adult time." She mutters to the skull before looking back to Harry. Of course, Bob is thousands of years old, a Karrin-glare isn't going to do a thing to him, "Yes. Adult time. That's exactly what I'm talking about."
Harry Dresden	Harry Dresden's eyes close as Karrin touches the back of his hand, the touch of flesh to flesh sending a shiver along his spine and his skin to break out in tiny goosebumps. He looks over at her, focusing on her nose more than her eyes, a trick he uses to avoid the soulgaze but still look in a person's face. "I know." he says in a voice that is just a few decibels above a whisper. "She told me as much herself. Still, if it wasn't for me, she would never have been in that mess. She wouldn't have had the option to even make the choice that caused her to go to that party. Fuck Murph, she wouldn't have even had any real confirmation that vampires and the supernatural." He takes a one deep breath, and then another. "It's why I haven't told you everything either. Maybe I should." "Haaaarrrry? Are you sure this is such a good idea?" questions Bob, the orange lights in his eyes narrowing down to pinpricks. "Stuff it, Bob! Maybe if she knows everything, then she will be able to make better choices!" He looks back to Karrin, "But if I tell you, there is no going back. There is no more blissful ignorance. If the wrong people find out you know this, it could get you killed...or worse."
Karrin Murphy	As Harry starts to doubt, after Bob cutting in, Murphy's fingertips tighten on the back of his hand, some sort of passionate insistance behind her touch. Her back straightens and, while he's not looking directly into her eyes, it's close enough he can see the stubborn flare of anger and determination behind them. If she had any doubts before, she doesn't now. "...Can I just put him in the fridge, Dresden? How do you shut up a skull?" Karrin doesn't seem to be joking, her jaw tight. But her eyes don't leave Harry. "And I am not her. I'm a cop. I'm IN this. I've been in this since BEFORE I knew you, I've waded in, confused as all hell, and nearly been killed already. I'm tired of being in the dark and I'm not going to STOP doing what I'm doing. I'll do it with or without you, so I'd much rather have every weapon, every tool possible, to keep myself and my people alive. There was no going back for me years ago. I'm not scared of being killed. I'm not scared of worse. I'm scared of failing people I care about because I didn't know *enough*...didn't do enough. So *help me*. Help me so I can help you. Because I'm here. I'm not going away." Her fingertips completely wrap around his hand, head tilting down, actually searching for his eyes, even as she knows what that might mean.
Harry Dresden	Taking a rather large and deep centering breath through his nose, Harry nods once. "Alright." he says quietly, lifting his gaze ever so slightly and daring to let her gaze meet his. It doesn't take long for them to be drawn into the soul gaze. Time seems to stop for a moment as they peer into each others soul, but the reality is only a fleeting second or two. "MY god, Karrin..." he says in awe and surprise. "You're beautiful."
Karrin Murphy	In truth, Karrin didn't quite think he'd do it. She felt like they'd be in this dance for years, even if it'd already been a handful of years already. But she took the jump and the moment his eyes meet her pale blue gaze, there is no going back. She stares for a moment that feels like hours and, when it's over, she really can't say anything. Tears glimmer in her eyes and her hand suddenly moves from his, but not far. Her arms are around him. Not in the passionate, toss him down on the couch and ravish him way, but in the way that says she wants to hold on tight and never let go. Whatever she saw brought on the tightest embrace she's ever give him, small frame wrapped in tight, her hair against his cheek, the light scent of her fruity shampoo and something vanilla beneath it. "...God...Harry. You're not alone. And you are the best man I know. Even if your an idiot. I... I wish you knew it. You're not alone."
Harry Dresden	As a rule, he doesn't ask what people see when they soul gaze him, the truth is it terrifies him what they might see, so he didn't know what to expect after the soul gaze. An embrace wasn't on the top of his list. Harry blinks in surprise as Karrin is suddenly holding him, his arms instinctively moving to wrap around her in as much of a move to support her as to hold her close to him. He brings a hand up to the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her hair as he returns the hug. It's just as well she has her face to his back, so she doesn't see the tears in his own eyes. "You're an angel, Murph."
Karrin Murphy	The blonde might not see his tears, but he can probably hear the crackle behind her voice that indicates he's not the only one, "There's a lot of people on this planet who'd disagree, Dresden... but, we do what we can." We. Not I. Karrin just holds on tightly for a while, her head sinking to the side, half tucking into his neck. She's either forgotten or is conveniently ignoring the fact there is still a knowledge spirit on the table right in front of them. Her frame fits nicely in his arms, just small enough to sort of tuck in and disappear. She takes a deep breath of his scent, head starting to turn... "Oh, will the two of you just screw and get it over with?" Echoes the glowing lights in the skull on the table. Murphy's body stiffens in Dresden's grasp and, without even turning around, she grabs the empty bottle of ale on the side table and tosses it in a perfect throw just enough to knock Bob off the table and onto the rug below. "...How do you murder a spirit, Harry?" She mutters against his neck with a muffled, quiet laugh. Her cheek is suddenly warmer against his ear.
Harry Dresden	"You don't.." says Harry in a mumble, more interested in the smell of Karrin's hair and the flush of her cheek than anything related to do with the Bob at the moment. "At best, you banish them back to the NeverNever. Which is exactly what is going to happen if he doesn't shut the fuck up." Bob grumbles from under the table, where he rolled under after being knocked off. "What? Just because you are too much of a coward to actually act on anything, does that make me the bad guy? Mortals. I'll never understand them." Harry sighs, tentatively pulling away from Karrin slightly, reluctant to let go. "I promised you answers."
Karrin Murphy	There is a weird throng of... is that disappointment? in her chest as they pull away, but Murphy quickly reaches one hand up, rubbing at her eyes. "...You got mold in this basement or something? Damn allergies..." She gruffly rasps, because emotions are still awkward and they are still bros. Though she shifts just enough that her feet return to being pressed against him and her back turns so she's facing him instead of the coffee table. She picks up her fresh beer, nursing it against her knees which are slightly curled up. There's a lot of her offered to touch. He could put that hand on her feet, or her legs still, or probably even around her shoulders, she's close enough, but she's keeping comfortably turned at him so she can see his gaze now as they are speaking. "Yeah. Answers would be... real good, right about now. Because I'm not going anywhere and I got a feeling things are just going to get worse."
Harry Dresden	Moves his hands slightly, placing his hand on her knee and lighting wrapping his arm around her leg in some odd kind of hug. He doesn't comment on her crying, in fact goes to help strengthen the ruse by agreeing with her as he wipes at his own eyes, "Yeah. Sometimes the basement gets a little dusty." He grabs the box of tissue from under the coffee table and hands it over to her. He takes another deep breath, now no longer afraid to, he looks into her eyes and give a slight smile. "Well, I guess we start from the beginning." He starts talking. He starts with the death of his mother at his birth, moves on to his father and the traveling magic show, then his father's death. Then onto Justin. Elaine. He who walks behind. The White Council, the doom of Damocles. The shadow man, Bianca, Susan, Werewolves....everything. He doesn't leavea a damned thing out as he spills it all out.
Karrin Murphy	The woman listens. She listens unselfishly and openly. During the night, her hands go from pizza and beer to idly on his knee. Her feet go from against his thigh to her legs draped across his lap. More idly comfortable, affectionate, but not sexual. Just tender. Karrin asks questions, intelligent ones, filling in some gaps that he probably didn't even realize he was leaving out. Lots of questions about weaknesses - silver. Fire. True love. Why the White Council are such pricks. Eventually, by the end of the night, she just nods in slow understanding. "...I...I think I know...now. That I know...nothing..." Karrin breathes out, a crackled, bittersweet, slightly scared laugh behind it. A smart laugh. She's just wise enough to be terrified. "...it's late. We... I'm just gonna... Nap. We should nap. Have that lead to check in four hours." But the couch was comfortable. In truth? They'd both been half nodding off for the last thirty minutes. So, while it's not his bed, she does sink a bit more to the side, still stretched against him, and within not too long, both of them are dozing off on the couch, leaving the last slice of pizza for Mister when he comes back in come morning...