[she's only his second contact after he wakes up because he came upon Gabriel knocking at his door when he returned to his suite. otherwise, she would have been first. not his head of security, the logical choice - a thought he'll have soon enough. but her. especially when he flips open his laptop to catch up on things as best he can and sees that string of unread messages.
she was up. that early/late. worrying? who knew. he knew better than to assume, even if part of him wanted that to be the case, wanted her to care.
he breathes in slowly, scrubbing a hand over his face as he works through the hard-packed shroud of cottony sleep still surrounding his brain. a part of him insists that he needs to be on his A-game when he contacts her, that she is going to rip him into confetti if she sees a single flaw in his armor... but he remembers the way she came to his suite, face bare, sleepless. she trusted him.
he decides, in turn, to trust her. without even bothering to comb his disheveled hair or change out of the clothes he'd slept in for a month, Horatio closes his laptop and heads back out of the casino. in minutes that feel like eons, he's knocking on the door of the apartment she and Mukuro share ... and hoping that his chief of security isn't there. he'd know for certain if he knew what day it was, or even what time.
he's not sure why that doesn't seem important right now.
he just knocks, though she may hear his heart in his throat before his knuckles on the door]
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Date: 2021-12-08 12:12 am (UTC)she was up. that early/late. worrying? who knew. he knew better than to assume, even if part of him wanted that to be the case, wanted her to care.
he breathes in slowly, scrubbing a hand over his face as he works through the hard-packed shroud of cottony sleep still surrounding his brain. a part of him insists that he needs to be on his A-game when he contacts her, that she is going to rip him into confetti if she sees a single flaw in his armor... but he remembers the way she came to his suite, face bare, sleepless. she trusted him.
he decides, in turn, to trust her. without even bothering to comb his disheveled hair or change out of the clothes he'd slept in for a month, Horatio closes his laptop and heads back out of the casino. in minutes that feel like eons, he's knocking on the door of the apartment she and Mukuro share ... and hoping that his chief of security isn't there. he'd know for certain if he knew what day it was, or even what time.
he's not sure why that doesn't seem important right now.
he just knocks, though she may hear his heart in his throat before his knuckles on the door]