Natalie's Apartment, Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Monday Evening

[whenshewasnice]

Another day, another load of researchy work done, and another evening of Natalie trying to find a thing to do to unwind. Alone, as usual. She was starting to wonder whether she should have just started scheduling times for herself to call people and keep up with social interaction with people who knew her in a purely personal capacity. She thought it might be good for her mental health in the long run.

But for now, she sent Jim a photo of the sky at sunset as seen from her living room window. Sometimes she liked to start out simple.

[ooc: NFB, mainly for the guy but open for other calls and texts, sure!]

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie hid a smile. His shoulder was convenient for that.

"I'll try to remember that."

[pursuedthestars]

"Thanks," he said, giving her hands a squeeze. "I'd appreciate it."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave him a squeeze in return. She stayed quiet for a moment, just breathing in and out. Just being there.

"I'm glad you came."

[pursuedthestars]

"Thanks for the invite," he said, smiling. "I'll stick around for awhile, give you someone to talk to that's not a bodyguard or a security guard or Moxy or yourself."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't talk to myself."

Not the point. But it was a joke, anyway.

"I do talk to Mox. And guards."

[pursuedthestars]

"Everyone talks to themselves," he told her, shaking his head. "It's not a bad thing, Natalie."

[whenshewasnice]

"Everyone?" she questioned. "What do you talk yourself about, Jim?"

[pursuedthestars]

"All kinds of things," he said, shrugging. "What I need to do today, what I need to get if I'm going out, mundane stuff. Not a huge deal."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shifted so she could kiss the back of his neck. More random affection than anything else.

"I never knew you were so chatty."

[pursuedthestars]

He shrugged one shoulder. "Sorry to hold back from you for so long."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie huffed out another soft sound of amusement.

"Well, you can make it up to me tonight."

[pursuedthestars]

"I'm sure I can do that," he said, rubbing her hands again. "I've got all night, after all."

[whenshewasnice]

"Good," she murmured, nuzzling the back of his neck. Eventually, she'd let go of him. Probably. "Maybe I'll fall asleep to the sound of your voice."

She'd like that.

[pursuedthestars]

"I'm sure I can make that happen," he told her, nodding. "No problem."

He wasn't in too much of a rush to move either.

[whenshewasnice]

Good, because the best she could offer was swaying them both a little bit. She wasn't clingy. Just touch deprived.

"I like you," she whispered, close to his ear. Her way of saying thanks.

[pursuedthestars]

"I know," he murmured, smiling and sighing quietly. "I like you too."

[whenshewasnice]

"Let's have a good night."

She had a lot of faith in their ability to do just that. A nice, quiet night of closeness and talking about nothing too serious.

[pursuedthestars]

"I'm good with that."

A good night was always welcome. He'd take it and her.