Ita McNairee: *funny. you'd think she'd get tired of looking at him. he was just a shrivelfaced little baby. feeble and sleepy. but the little gypsys up on the couch, Archibald tucked close, she's yet to letthe dogs really investigate him, though the crows have had a look, perched on the couch. brutis is watching her from her feet as clay dozes on the floor*

Ita McNairee: *she's mumbling to him in gaelic, adjusting the little plaid toque she has him in with a delicate tug of material*

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: Aerin has been working with Joe as far as taking care of Tori for the last couple of days, giving Ita time to spend alone with Archer. Tonight, the little girl is with Joe, as Aerin steps into the house, just having finished a phone call. He wipes at his eyes a little bit, and makes his way to the lab, where Ita hopefully is resting. He needs to find a way to get her to rest. Badly.

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He stops, though, when he sees her in the living room, on the couch. He smiles very faintly...but there's something muted in him. He's a little listless, his movements smaller, less direct and foreceful. Like he's not completely there...part of him is missing.

Ita McNairee: *clucking and murmering from in the livingroom.. hey. at least she was sitting down. Tori's long since went for a nap.. and likely joe as well, somewhere in the house. she's absorbed in the baby, watching as he works his mouth like he's still figuringout that he has one, eyes squinted*

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He makes his way over to the couch, slowly seating himself on the couch. He's quiet, watching them together with a little smile on his face.

Ita McNairee: *she looks up at the change in the couch as Aerin sits down, a smile to the baby, that includes him as her eyes meet his. she's ruddy. tired looking, but she looks better* hmmm. *she lullabies warmly* allo darlin.. done yer route?

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: "Yeah." He nods a little, his expression vaguely blank as the smile just kind of loses it's hold, slipping off of his face. "How's he doing?"

Ita McNairee: hmm. sleepy an wee.. *she sings with quiet affection, eyes going back to her little boy a moment as she smiles. she looks up and the smile falters a little, she tilts her head, hair falling across her face as she chimes with sudden concern*... darlin.. wha's tha trouble?

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He leans back on the couch, eyes shutting. "Ita, I...need to talk to you about something. Something that's happened."

Ita McNairee: *her brow furrows, worry more pronounced as she sits up, baby tucked tight to her, lip bit as she swallows and takes in the thin man's posture, hand reach across to touch aerin's knee* we're nae en danger?

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He smiles faintly. "No, we're not...not any more then usual, anyway." He swallows hard, eyes still shut. His posture is just kind of lax...like he's there, but in body much more in spirit. "It's...Micah. He's...there was a hate crime." A deep sigh, just a hint shaky. "....he's dead, love."

Ita McNairee: *ita's rubbing the mans knee faintly, releif touching her shoulders a moment before the rest of Aerin's news is processed. she just stares at him a moment, uncomprehending as her hand continues to sooth over his knee. like she's on auto comfort as her brain muddles everything in rejection of what Aerin's just told her. *

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He's just kind of...there. His eyes open, casting upward to look at her, his expression an odd sort of calm, hints of the unfathomably deep sorrow behind them. He takes a deep breathe, and nods almost imperceptibly, in confirmation.

Ita McNairee: *she bites her lip, hard. to keep it from trembling, a noise half yelp half whimper warbling from her throat she shakes her head no. tears shaking loose and streaking down her cheeks as she holds the baby almost crushingly close, hand coming from the garou's knee to her mouth in horror. she yelps again and shuts her eyes, shoulders jerking*

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He rises and moves to her, arms wrapping around her, holding her close to him. "I know, love," he says in that muted tone. "I know." He pets her hair, her shoulders...gentle, soothing touches.

Ita McNairee: wha je -*she starts, cut off by a sharp sob, the little pikey laying her head on his chest and shaking with soft sobs, hand curled in his shirt, baby between them making squawking noises that indicate he's getting distressed*

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He slips his arms away from her, just long enough to carefully maneuver their son into his arms. He holds him in one arm, the other going back to slide around Ita's shoulders.

Ita McNairee: *and free of the little boy, she clings, sobbing and wimping like a beaten dog for awhile, before she dissolves into shuddering breathes and choked noises in her throat. she eventually leans back, brown eyes glimmering and redringed. a hard swallow before she lullabies in a hollow voice* .. .. ee's.. a hate crime?

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He nods. "It happened on Thursday." He takes a deep breath, shudders shaking his chest both in and out...his resolve is starting to break away. "I...it woke me up, Ita. I... Goddess..." He shakes his head. "I felt him die."

Ita McNairee: nae.. nae darlin.. ye co- ye couldnae.. *a low squeak in her throat as she tries to strangle a sob, clutching him closer and digging her hands into his back, tear laden kisses pressed to his chest as she tries to keep her breath and calm herself from shuddering.* shh .. nae darlin.. nae.

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: Something in the back of his mind gets his arm moving, rocking Archer slightly. The rest of his is silent. No tears, no movement. Barely even breath. He just sits ther, impossibly motionless, providing support for his mate in her grief.

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: ((The rest of his body))

Ita McNairee: *and the pikey seems to think, even in her own greif, that she's comforting Aerin, hands smoothing over his back until she's no longer shaking. just leaning listlessly against him, blessedly numb as she blinks swollen eyes*

Ita McNairee: *a deep shaky breath, followed by another, and another.. until only her sniffling gives her away*

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: "I've...spoken...to Laidan, and to Jody. Jody has Micah's body...I'm going to handle all the arrangements..." Something occurs to him suddenly, and he frowns a bit. "...unless Joshua would rather do it. I've told Sasha as well." He's speaking quietly, letting rationality take over. Details that must be dealt with. "I'm sorry, love. I'm so, so sorry..."

Ita McNairee: *she nods into his chest, warm and pressed close, tense and shakey as she suddenly snaps her head up to look at him* et wasnae gunther. *its mostly a statement. mostly*

Ita McNairee: *soulful brown eyes however, are almost pleading. please? pleeease it wasn't gunther*

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: "I don't know...I don't think so, though. All Jody would tell me is that it didn't seem like a treay violation, from what she could tell. I have to assume that means it wasn't him."

Ita McNairee: *a nod. small favors.. she leans and nuzzles a hawked nose against archies forehead, breathing in the combination of aerin's musk and soft babyscent. micha was gone. herl ip gets bitten again as she stares at the baby, pain clear in her eyes*

Ita McNairee: (brb))

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He looks down to mother and child, staring sort of blankly. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out...he's just kind of lost for words. "I wish I could your hurt from you," is all he manages to come up with. "You don't deserve this. Neither did he."

Ita McNairee: darlin.. *a hard swallow, she keeps tears back as her hand comes across his shoulder, rubbing his neck as she whipsers* naether dae ye.

Aerin Thomas [11/1 Evening]: He shrugs a little. "I'm used to it. I'll...deal. I always do. I'm not splitting apart again, or going insane with anger, or anything of that. I just...love him very, very much. And I miss him already."

Ita McNairee: *she strokes around his jaw, drawing back to look at him with a shake of her head*

Ita McNairee: d10: per emp: 2,3,2,10,7,

Aerin Thomas -> Ita McNairee: He's emotionally shut down right now. Not that he isn't feeling, but it's exceptionally muted. It's very much how he was emotionally in he couple weeks after being cleansed of the algorithm. He's lost too many people in the last couple of months, and his emotions can't handle it, so they've turned themselves off.

Ita McNairee: *she nibbles her lip, then moves slowly to curl to her wolf, shoulders slumped heavily as she nuzzles her face into his neck with a sniff, wet cheeks sticking a little to his skin, she mumbles* Ah love ye. ah'm soorry.

Aerin Thoma: "It's not your fault," he murmurs, squeezingly her lightly. "I love you too, Ita."

Ita McNairee: *she turns her head, curled close, half off the couch, just holding onto Aerin in her greif, a deep breath and a swallow, the little scotts eyes drifting back to her son. a sniff before she murmers softly* Et'll be aulrecht.. nae wan can hurt hem noow.. *its a weak assurance, worry and greif as she watches the little boy fuss in aerin's arms.*

Aerin Thomas: "I know." He nods a little. "I just...I wish I'd..." He shrugs a little, and shakes his head. "I should have made him come up here. Should have ordered him to...he'd have listened to me. He'd be up here, and not..." He looks down to Archer. "He would have wanted to see Archer."

Ita McNairee: *she makes a noise like a dog with its tail caught in a meat grinder, choking back a sob and gasping for air, her head shaking on aerin's shoulder in disagreement*

Aerin Thomas: "I'm sorry, love..." He winces a little. "I'm...I'll just shut up now."

Ita McNairee: *she rests her head on his shoulder, trying her best to be numb, prety well entirely unseated as she just holds onto her garou, her hands moving to smooth his back as she slumps. everyone always dying. micah gone... she shakes her head* et'll be aulrecht.

Ita McNairee: d10: manip + emp: 5,9,3,1,6,6,6,

Ita McNairee: (-2 dif due to vc)

Aerin Thomas: d10: WP: 4,7,3,6,10,9,

Aerin Thomas: He looks to her, and puts a little more effort into it. "It will be. I don't see it right now. But later, maybe."

Ita McNairee: aye. *she nods. it would be better. she'd fix it. and they'd be safe. no more family dying.. the baby's touched gingerly as she whispers* we'll be aulrecht.. nae moore o oos gieen hurt. nae wan gaen naewhere. *shakes her head* nae. *a deep breath as she tears her eyes off her son and up to Aerin. sadness written all over hawkish features, but its clear something of her joy in the baby is helping her along*

Aerin: ((Fade))