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[nottheboss]

It's late at night. The corridors aren't quiet; they're full of men and women restlessly trying to sleep in their quarters. Bossie should be one of them. But instead he slips barefoot down the hallway to Carver's room, where he knocks.

"Hey, man, you up?"

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[fortitudosalutis]

"That'd be nice," Carver murmurs wistfully. "I could make all kinds of food..."

Good, hearty food. They could curl up with soft blankets and their kittens, listen to music. It could be nice.

"Mhmm. I rotate. Leah, mostly. Sometimes Pope, or Wash."

[nottheboss]

"I can watch, too." He wants to help. Anything, anything at all, to help.

He bumps his shoulder against Carver's. "Hey, you should teach me how to make those enchiladas you made."

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver nuzzles against him, sighing. "You wanna learn?" he asks curiously. "They're not hard. Just gotta mix things together, learn the timing."

He thinks Bossie could be good at it.

[nottheboss]

"I tried making them on my own. Got a recipe online, thought it looked like yours." He chuckles. "Nah, no, no way, it was awful. Can't get it to taste like yours."

He reaches up, stroking Carver's hair.

[fortitudosalutis]

Oh, Carver thinks, and he presses wordlessly into the touch. He always liked it when Riley played with his hair. It felt like coming home as it came back from the regulation cut, centimeter by centimeter.

It feels nice now, with Bossie. Even in a moment like this, when they're both exhausted and hurting.

"I'd like that," he admits. "Teaching you. I'll make you hot chocolate, too. Whatever you want."

[nottheboss]

"Yeah?" He brightens at just the thought of it. Kisses Carver's temple, keeps playing with his hair. "We'll do it tomorrow then. I'll go to the store, get all the stuff for it."

He likes Carver's hair, he decides. It's thick and it's soft, and he likes the smell of his shampoo.

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver just sighs again and keeps his eyes closed. Sometimes he rubs Bossie's head when Bossie's coming back from a nightmare or a bad moment. Sometimes they even talk about those moments, but a lot of times they just focus on the aftermath. Breathing, mostly. Coming back to the body, relearning some precious sense of control.

They have that in common now, don't they? Someone's tried to hurt them in ways that had nothing to do with death.

"I'd like that a lot," Carver murmurs. "I'll be better tomorrow, kid, I promise."

[nottheboss]

"You're good, Carve." He rubs his thumb against Carver's scalp. "You don't have to pretend with me. I get it."

More than maybe anyone, he gets it. Bossie was the first to get the monstrous nightmares; the first to sometimes drift away in his head and come back screaming.

[fortitudosalutis]

Kali grumbles again, nosing at Carver's chest. He cradles her, tucking her safely under his chin so she can smell him better. Listen to his pulse. Sometimes, like now, she tries to nurse against his chin. It feels more reflexive than hungry, like a kid sucking their thumb. And through it, Bossie keeps rubbing his head. Gentle, and steady.

"I'm so tired, Bossie," he murmurs. "I can't stand it sometimes."

[nottheboss]

"I know." He can all but feel it. "I'm scared for you, Carve."

What happens if you don't sleep? You hallucinate. You fall apart.

[fortitudosalutis]

He shivers a little, rocking Kali. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't be carrying that."

It's Carver's responsibility. But he can't sleep. He has such horrible goddamn dreams.

"I don't know what else to try."

[nottheboss]

"I can watch while you nap a little more," he offers, because he's helpless to offer anything else. Anything better. There are no answers, are there? Not for this.

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver just rocks Kali. "Sure," he murmurs. You have to say something. "That helps."

It does. Just maybe not enough. But he can't worry the kids.

[nottheboss]

"The cats make it look so easy don't they? They sleep like...eighteen hours a day," Bossie says softly, watching Kali. Thinking of Louis.

[fortitudosalutis]

"They do," Carver agrees softly. He rocks Kali, listening to her purr. "I like to keep her with me. Put her in my pocket or carry her basket around. I know the others like to be with the other babies, but I just...I like having her around."

It helps. Not much else does.

[nottheboss]

"She's your baby," Bossie says with a smile, watching him. "I like how you are with her."

it reminds him that something in this awful world can still be soft. Can still be gentle, even after going through hell.

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver huffs a little. "They're something special, aren't they? You ever look at yours and just feel like at peace with the universe and shit?"

He does, sometimes. It's nice.

[nottheboss]

He chuckles. "Hell yeah I do. Louis likes to be on my chest and then he does that thing with his paws, where they're like, kneading? And I get little scratches but it's worth it. 'Cause he's so happy he falls asleep like that. Just holding onto me like as long as he does that he's safe."

[fortitudosalutis]

"The kneading," Carver agrees, softening. He likes that, too. "Does he grab you with his paws, like a kid would?"

Some of the others do. Kali's so little she can't quite do it yet but some of the others like to cling.

[nottheboss]

"Yeah he does!" Bossie beams. "And he likes to groom me. When I get out of the shower he's gotta get up there and comb my hair with his tongue."

He didn't think he could love something so small so much.

"We really get to keep them? Pope said?"

[fortitudosalutis]

That’s adorable. Carver huffs at the image, wondering if it’s anything like the impulse he gets sometimes to muss Bossie’s hair up after they’ve been roughhousing. “He’s a good little cat,” Carver murmurs. “And yeah. Pope said. They’re our responsibility.”

He knows Riley’s been worried about that, but Pope doesn’t lie. It’s been said and thus it’s so.

[nottheboss]

"Let's go out tomorrow after drills. We'll get collars and treats for them. I mean not Kali yet, she's too little, but she can grow into her collar." He strokes her. "A little pink one for her. With those little rhinestones. That's what she needs."

[fortitudosalutis]

"Rhinestones," Carver murmurs, charmed. Pope's probably gonna get all huffy when he sees. "Maybe we can get 'em harnesses. Put unit patches and stuff on 'em so they're proper Reapers."

[nottheboss]

"Oh hell yes! Little Reaper patches?" He looks down at his tattoo reflexively and grins. "We're gonna do it. Reaper cats."

Pope no doubt never saw this coming for them. But Carver says they get to keep the kittens and keep them safe and that's all that matters.

[fortitudosalutis]

"Like for the war dogs."

They've got their own body armor and their handlers are allowed to decorate it, within reason. But the cats won't need that. The cats aren't war fighters. He's quietly, absurdly grateful for that distinction.

"Little Reaper cats," Carver agrees softly. "Ours."