Vought Tower | Wednesday Night

[knife_bender]

The last 24 hours had been it's own special type of hell, and the fact that Diego was banned from leaving the tower just made him even more anxious and irritated. It was a smart move from Homelander, holding him hostage, since it incapacitated both him and Annie. At least Annie was allowed to go outside.

Speaking of, she should be getting back from work any minute, which was something. Maybe Hughie had updated her on what went down in Russia.

...which was just a weird thing to think about. What was this, 1985?

[NFB due to distance, but open for the girl and calls/texts if people would like]

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[knife_bender]

"I don't think fixing it is an option either," Diego said. Optimism wasn't his strong suit. "We just have to...survive it, I guess."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Well. Bleak.

Annie stepped back to survey her handiwork, deciding the couch was as snug as she could get it against the door before retrieving that White Claw from where she'd left it. And within seconds, she was reaching for Diego's hand. "Bed?"

If they couldn't do anything else -- and they were stuck for the moment -- Annie kind of just needed to be held and to grieve.

And he really could help there, in a way no one else could.

[knife_bender]

"Yes, please," he said, taking her hand. "With any luck nobody will bother us for a few...days."

They'd be lucky to get hours, let's be real.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm not getting my hopes up," Annie replied, leading the way into the bedroom and wasting zero time in crawling into the bed. "I'll have to...."

She trailed off, taking the opportunity to open her can and take a sip before very softly offering, "Make a statement."

You know, unless some sort of incredibly handsome bomb showed up in town and distracted everyone.

[knife_bender]

Diego crawled in after Annie, only slightly uncomfortable from being armed. It wouldn't be the first time he had slept ("slept") like this, and it wouldn't be the last. Well. Unless that no powers thing happened more quickly than he expected.

"Then I guess we'll just have to enjoy this while we can." Enjoy it, stay up all night out of paranoia, same thing.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I love you," Annie said softly, nestling herself against him (and minding the knives -- even if they didn't actually puncture her skin, it didn't mean they were...snuggly.) She sort of wanted to apologize again, or take responsibility for their circumstances, but she had also calmed down enough to recognize an anxious compulsion to just go in circles.

Instead, she tried to recenter and take what comfort she could in Diego's presence, and his breathing, and the warmth of his skin, and the way he was very, very, very alive.