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[acuerdo]

[this conversation definitely doesn't feel finished, but robbie knows that he'll see her soon and intends to pick it up once he's arrived. but lest she worry some more, he gives her one last message before he heads her way.]

miss you too. i'll be there in a few minutes.

[he grabs a few cans of soup, a space heater, and another blanket for good measure before he drives to the barbie house. it's maybe another 15 minutes before he's unlocking the front door, nudging a meowing simba out of the way, and making his way to kim's room where she's huddled under the covers.]

Aw babe. I brought soup. And me.

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( the most pathetic tiny groan comes from under a million blankets, the top of kimberly's head peeking out as he moves into the room, and the bare echo of a whimper follows: ) Hi.

( screw the soup. she really just wants the company. )

Come to warm me up?

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[she looks... well, she looks like a sad, sorry version of herself. which isn't all too surprising if he thinks about it. wordlessly, he makes his way across her room, toeing his shoes off and shucking his jacket as he goes. robbie climbs in beside her a moment later.]

If you think it'll work.

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You're always warm.

( which isn't to say that his warmth isn't appreciated. exactly the opposite, actually. as soon as he slips under the covers, there's barely a minute that passes before kimberly rolls onto her side, head coming to rest on his chest as her limbs drape over his front. all the body heat, she'd like to claim it, thank you. )

It better work.

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Eh. I got a little cold in the garage.

[it's a significant admission on his part, even if it's a small thing. robbie's never been one to want to show signs of weakness or vulnerability, but things seem secure with kim in a way that make these truths okay to reveal. he may have gotten a little cold in the garage while he was stuck there, but right now? he's all warmth as the weight of kim's head settles against his chest and her arms circle him like a starfish. he shifts and throws his arms around her. if it's warmth she's seeking, she definitely got it.]

It's not an immediate thing. You've gotta give it a bit. And don't even think about sticking your cold toes on me. I know you.

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You give it a bit, ( quietly retorted, a volley back as he settles in against her; there's no bite to it, though. just gentle teasing, back and forth, a language that requires no translation. ) Hot head.

( kimberly falls quiet for a while after that, hands slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay out against his ribs. her fingers find purchase in the grooves and lines, body heat slowly but surely trickling through touch. eventually, though, her voice pipes back up again, but while her voice lifts, her head does not. for this, it's easier not to. )

You were cold?

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Takes one to know one.

[he says with a smile. lips pressing against the crown of her head. robbie quiets as her hands find their way against his skin, tracing familiar paths across his ribs, sternum, and beyond. eventually she breaks the silence with a quiet (too quiet he thinks) question.]

Not a whole lot of insulation there. It's okay. I had blankets and a heater.

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( the mental image flashes behind closed eyes — curled up under blankets, in the small space of his office, just the small heater to keep him warm while snow and wind howls outside. it's exactly what had driven her out of the relative warmth of her own house to find him. )

I was scared. ( not for herself, not for her own well-being. even alone in the snow, she knew she'd be okay. someone would help her get back, someone would find her. but he was alone. ) I didn't want you to be alone.

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[he knows that there's a distinct possibility that she'll just feel like her decision to go out into the cold and wind of the blizzard was the right decision based on what he's telling her, but he didn't want to lie.]

I know you were scared. But I'm not alone. Not anymore. You changed that.

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( a shift, nudging the fabric of his shirt up enough that her lips can brush, ever so gentle, against the skin beneath. it's a gesture that's less than flirtatious — the soft press of her mouth to his sternum is almost reverent, gratitude in each touch. i'm glad you're here, said without saying. )

Stay with me. ( tonight, for a start. ) Please.

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Nowhere I'd rather be. [he murmurs as his hands find purchase in her hair, fingers tangling between the strands.]

I'll try not to scare you again. Just in case we have another blizzard.

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( the sensation is familiar. how many times have his hands coursed through her hair, twirling strands around his fingertips until they splay out, taut against her scalp? more than she can count. but it's never felt quite so careful. his hands have never brushed quite so softly against the nape of her neck, and the newness of the sensation sends the slightest of chills down her spine in return. )

Promise?

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I swear.

[he nods as he shifts to press a kiss to her forehead. after a long moment later, he settles back down.]

You've got me. Now rest.