[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan smiled back at her. "Sure," He murmured softly, unsure if he needed to get in with her or nit. He supposed he could deal with wet boxers. He shifted his weight, sitting down on the arm of the couch as Dyson stirred briefly for a second time but didn't wake.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae sat her on her feet, and she walked over to him, her thumb in her mouth. She held up her free arm, looking up at him with bright green eyes.

"The shower is really long. It's got two heads, so you guys can shower at the same time. I'm gonna go get you some clothes and take a shower too. The only thing she needs help with is washing her hair." Clae chewed on his lip. "Unless you wanna go shower in my shower."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan scooped her up, holding her close and smiling as he kissed her forehead. "Either way," He murmured, playing with her hair gently. He gazed over at Clae thoughtfully a moment, then looked away.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"You can go shower in my shower. Go through my clothes and find something to sleep in." He said, picking her up from him. She waved to him, then stuck her thumb back in her mouth. They got her clothes and took a shower. Clae got her dressed, and she toddled into the living room. Clae walked into his bedroom, a towel around his waist.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan waved back, heading into the room. Without second thought, he jumoed into the shower first after unwrapping his shin, dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, water dripping from his hair as he got out. He studied the bite wound curiously for a moment before stepping into the room, not paying much attention and slamming straight into Clae. "Sorry," He huffed, gazing at him sheepishly.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae flushed, smiling over at him. "It's no problem." He said, eyeing Ryan for a moment before he walked to his dresser. He pulled on a pair of boxers, then a pair of pajama pants. He handed Ryan a pair of boxers, a pajama shirt, and some flannels. Paislee toddled in, looking at the two.

"Hims naked." She said, then pointed to herself. "Look, Ryan!"

"She loves that night gown. It's vintage, my Mom's mom wore it." He said, picking up Paislee.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan pulled the boxers and bottoms on, playing with the shirt and looking up as Paislee came in. He smiled. "Pretty," He murmured, slipping into the shirt. "Feeling all better?"

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Paislee nodded, kissing the side of Clae's head. He hugged her close, rocking her side to side. "You wanna watch a movie?" He asked her.

"With you and Ryan?" She asked, and he nodded. He carried her out to the living room, and sat her down. He worked on getting Dyson up, telling him he had coffee.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Ryan followed them, watching Dyson grumble and sit up, rubbing at his face, then raw wrists. Ryan frowned at the marks, knew what they were from. Dyson got up and padded lazily to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee, leaning against the counter and sipping at it as Ryan yawned again, watching Paislee with a faint smile.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Paislee toddled over to him now that he was awake. She looked up curiously at him, reaching up to touch his stomach. She smiled up at him, and Clae sat down on the couch. He looked over at Ryan, watching him a second.

"There's junk food on the counter.." He mumbled.