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Elizabeth 'Liz' Argentum ([personal profile] flamesburned) wrote2022-09-21 07:28 pm

The Apartment Above the Photo Hut - Wednesday Afternoon

Liz supposed she did need to call Dr. Lecter, especially since Rain was still living with him and she knew that Hellboy would like to see her when he came to visit for the weekend. She had managed to talk to Dr. Lecter for a while at the picnic the other day but she hadn’t had a full conversation with him about what the next part of her ongoing therapy and treatment would be. So she decided to place a call after his class on Wednesday.

After she had done that, she decided to do a bit of work in the apartment instead of heading downstairs.

She sat down on the couch, trying to get comfortable with her laptop and began to do some work, deciding to get a head start on the end of month reports that she needed to work on. She also made sure to have some fruit with her to snack on, still feeling guilty about admitting to how poorly she had been doing for a while to Prompto and Dr. Halstead.

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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-21 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto's sleep schedule was all sorts of messed up right now as he started getting used to just being back and having proper days again, and just generally acclimating himself to a very different, significantly quieter life than he'd had in the past few years. And even though they were starting to grow out of that initial clinging stage upon his return to the arrival, it was hard for Prompto to not feel compelled to just sort of...hover around Liz at all times. He tried to give her space, though, because the last thing he'd want was to overwhelm her and have her get sick of him before he'd even made it a full week back, buuuuut....

That was why, at some point, Prompto dangled a bottle in front of Liz from behind the couch. "Water," he announced, because Dr. Halsted had emphasizes hydration a lot. He waited for her to take it before launching himself over the back of the couch to settled down into the seat next to her, craning his neck toward the computer to see what she was working on, although, really, it was just an excuse to lean into her a little, and he grinned over at her.

"I'm just here to make sure you don't work too hard," he informed her. "Don't mind me."
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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-21 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
And here Prompto was going to make some quip about how she should just pass those reports over to him to do the next time he had trouble sleeping at night (it had....definitely been an issue), but that last part just threw him right off that point. His eyebrows lifted.

"No," he said, "I don't think it's come up..."

To be fair, though, they'd had a lot to go over so far!

Just excuse him a moment as he started to brace himself for what he could only imagine was going to be a harsh but justified rebuke for the whole 'disappearing for four months/ten years' thing. But he'd been facing daemons practically five times Hellboy's size on the daily for the past decade, this should be fiiiiine, right?
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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-21 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
And Prompto knew he deserved any ire or anger that was directed at him in light of everything that had happened, but that didn't mean he was prepared for any of it. And he didn't really think the few days he had until then would be enough to really get there.

He'd probably never get there, to be honest, so he'd just have to be ready to suck it up and take it.

He was quiet for a moment, just leaning on Liz's shoulder with his own.

"Did they say anything about it?" he finally, quietly, asked.
hashtag_chocobro: ((older) interested)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-21 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," said Prompto, after another long moment, "I guess we'll find out."

And since Liz had shifted her position a little, Prompto did the same, shifting in a way that hopefully made it more comfortable for her, with his arm going around the back of the couch and her shoulders.

"How did they take the news?" he then asked quietly. "When you told them you were pregnant?"
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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-21 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto couldn't really blame them for that one, either. Had he been in their position, he probably would have felt the same way. But Liz's explanation for her reasoning on returned had him closing his eyes, tilting his head against hers after pressing a kiss into her forehead.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," he said.

Even f it hadn't been as long as it could have been, it had still been far too long.
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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-21 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm still here," Prompto confirmed,now resting his chin on the top of Liz's head as he pulled her in a little closer. "And you're here, and our daughter, too. We even got to see her yesterday, and she's healthy..."

Despite Liz's negligence, apparently, but he wasn't going to focus on that.

"It's all going to be okay now..."
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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-22 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, she is," said Prompto, with that small bud of warmth and wonder already starting to bloom within him over the whole thing, where it was only going to keep growing and growing until he was downright insufferable about the whole thing.

"Already starting to take after her mom."

Okay, scratch that, make it more insufferable than he was already.
hashtag_chocobro: ((older) awkward grin)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-22 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto laughed at that, but there was a little hitch at the end, because gods, he hoped she didn't look like him, like Verstael, like all those dead Magitek soldiers...

Clinging to that laugh, his tone went thoughtful.

"Vague, fuzzy, indeterminate blob with a big head? Small hands? Yeah, that sounds just about right."
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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-09-22 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto's smile in response to that was soft and grateful, though his eyes were a bit distant, not quite looking at Liz, instead just sort of rubbing her shoulder as he tried to reconcile a compliment like that with the fact that there were some days where he couldn't even stand to look at his face in a mirror...

"Naaaah," he said, light as he could, maybe even a little teasing. "Any good looks are obviously coming from your side."