Habit?

Feeling Thirteen's hands, then her weight on his lap, Ryder opens his eyes, and lifts his arms, a bit bewildered. He expected her to say something, but she remains quiet, simply curling up on his legs.

He blinks, not really sure how to react as she nuzzles her face into his chest. Slowly, he lets his arm drop and wrap around her, pulling her close so she can't roll off the chair. His other hand takes the blanket to tuck it around her, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek.

Taking a deep breath, he lets it out slowly, wondering how on earth he'd gotten himself into this position. It wasn't that he didn't like it... but he would have a hard time letting go.

Bending his neck, he plants a soft kiss in Thirteen's hair. "You're welcome," he whispers.

Leaning back, he closes his eyes once more. Sleep was quick to come.


Getting yanked closer to Ryan, Leo's eyes go wide for just a moment. Too soon though, she's already pulled away, and his arm is left hanging open.

A silly grin spreads on his face and he lets out sly growl, lifting and lowering his eyebrows.

Miles slaps his arm. "She serious?"

Leo stops the act and smirks, thinking Ryan is out of earshot. "Kidding? She's just fooling around. She is so out of my league, man."

"Hasn't stopped you from asking her on a date every five minutes."

"Habit."

"Sure." Miles gives him a knowing look and elbows him.

Leo elbows him back. "Whatever. Let's go find Ron."