1x1 -- Curious and Stormy

[Curious]

"Apples," Chyhir echoed, "I'll try to remember that. Apples, apples." He seemed unusually intent on memorizing the word, repeating it several times under his breath and studying the fruit in Scott's hands.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean you didn't enjoy my company, I just meant that perhaps someone else's now and then. I just get how it feels to grow tired of talking to the same person over and over without any variety, so I promise I won't be offended if that's the case." He smiled encouragingly, pressing for honesty. "If I were in your position, I'd probably be tired of me."
Scott's suggestion made Chyhir think. He paused for several moments.
"Well...I wouldn't mind you going to stay in your room if it's more comfortable for you, so whatever you prefer is fine."

[stormy tom]

Scott left the blanket behind and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Frankly, I've spent most of my early years with mostly Sam, so I'm not too concerned about regularity. I don't think I could get sick of you anyway," he replied honestly. It was nice to have someone so sweet, gentle and extremely adorable as a Chyhir to keep him company and look after him. "If you don't want me to walk you can call Sam and he can carry me, or you can see how much of my weight you can support."
Scott held out his arm, ready to test that theory. He was a tall guy, and although not buff, still roped with solid muscle. He was heavier that he looked. Either way, he was sure he could walk on his own just fine, it was just a matter of his doctor's preference, which he would strictly obey.
"I think I can walk on my own, but if you'd rather I stay off my feet I'll follow your recommendation." Despite being Captain and having all authority to do what he liked, Scott was sensible enough to follow the advice of a professional. Health, especially his own, was hardly his speciality.

[Curious]

Is he saying that he enjoys my company? Really? But I've been nothing but a klutz. Maybe he's just trying to make me feel better. Then again, he doesn't seem like the type to do that. Chyhir's mind raced at Scott's reply. Wow...having a friend you can really talk to is...nice.
"Alright, well, uh...I doubt I'll be able to, but I can try," he replied a bit nervously. "I'm worried that I might drop you, though..."
He stepped over and reached out, tucking his arm below Scott's shoulders (or around his waist, rather).
"Okay, I'm ready. You can start leaning."

[stormy tom]

Scott draped his arms across Chyhir's shoulders and very gently lowered his weight onto his injured leg, trasfering as much he as he thought safe onto his cautious but willing doctor. The captain sank deeply into his limp, but took his time getting to his room.
He sat down immediately and began getting comfortable, tucking the pillows behind his back so his could sit up but still be lying back. Ah, that was better. He pulled the blankets up to his chest and allowed the pounding in his head to subside.
Just a couple more days of rest...
"Thank you," he said, glancing around his horribly neat room. Everything was organized. Clothes were folded and tucked away in drawers, some books arranged on a very small shelf, other items organized just as neatly around the room.

[Curious]

Although Scott was way too heavy for Chyhir, he did make it easier by restricting the amount of weight he put onto him. The rather skinny doctor's shoulders were trembling by the time they arrived at Scott's room, however. He clearly wasn't built for heavy lifting, or at least not accustomed to it.
Once Scott had settled down, Chyhir rolled his sore shoulders and rubbed his arms.
"Hah, uh, wow. You're heavier than I expected, but hey, apparently not too heavy for me. I don't mean that in a bad way, of course, you seem to have the right amount of weight for your height."
He glanced about the room with curiosity, having never been in the place before.
Scott's room. It's really tidy, as expected. And it...smells like him. Wow, I am such a creep. Maybe taking a break from all these stalker-ish musings would be a good idea, for his sake and mine.
"So...is there anything else you need? Goodnight kiss?" He chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. "Then again, you just woke up. You look a little bit tired to me, but that's probably just from walking over."
I act like a mother, so I may as well make fun of myself and show him I'm aware.

[stormy tom]

"Frankly I haven't had this much rest in too long," Scott admitted, not commenting on the offer of a kiss. He would deny one if offered, but Scott was about as smooth as a serrated knife.

He spent the next couple of days on full bedrest, obeying his doctor's orders. His crew, mostly Sam and Halia, occasionally came to check up on him, bring him food and let him know how things were going in the cockpit.
Scott watched with mild interest whenever the doctor came to do his work, amazed by how well his injury was healing with proper treatment. It wasn't even going to scar that badly. The captain made sure to tell Chyhir what a wonderful job he'd done.
At last he was allowed out of bed, well rested and recovered from his brief cold. He looked miles better.
He got ready lower his entire weight onto the floor, ready grab a support if needed but not suspecting he would need one.
"Only a few days and we'll be at our next stop," he mentioned to Chyhir. "I don't expect you to come with the landing party but since I expect it to be fairly docile you are welcome to come along."

[Curious]

Chyhir, too, was relieved to have Scott up and running again. He would have been restless by now in his position. However...in a way, he wasn't relieved. He would...miss the reliable company. It had taken some time for him to accept it, but during the past few days he'd slowly come to admit to himself that he, to put it simply, had feelings for Scott. It was embarrassing, but it was true. At first, he had mistaken the feeling for concern over his patient, but...that just couldn't be it. He felt this undeniable pull toward the blond and he was constantly thinking about him. Sometimes he even found it difficult to sleep because he thought so much about him.
But Chyhir felt it was too soon to reveal his true feelings toward Scott; confessing the truth so early and rushing into things would likely only earn him rejection. He kept his mouth shut, as desperate as his words of affection desired to spew from his lips in a torrent. In fact, he found holding himself back so difficult when he was around Scott that he ended up avoiding him subconsciously when the opportunity arose, or at least as much as a doctor could avoid tending to his patient. Every time the outlaw captain came to mind, Chyhir's feelings came along with him, accompanied by a longing ache in his chest. Another reason for his isolation from the fellow was that he felt guilty--guilty for developing feelings so soon after they met. He was ashamed for allowing himself to fall for a person he didn't know that well, and was constantly mentally scolding himself for it
The two conflicting urges of getting closer to Scott and avoiding him were a constant torture. Chyhir was growing more and more exhausted of it each day.
The current occasion wasn't an exception as he watched Scott arise from his bed at last. He stood a few yards away with his hands folded over his thighs, ready to help should the captain fall.
"I...well..." He could most certainly use the distraction from all these...thoughts. He frowned but nodded. "Sure, I suppose. Now that you're better, I won't have much to do. I need more experience 'in the field' anyway."

[stormy tom]

(ahaw... my little heart T-T)

Scott was far too oblivious (perhaps even slightly stupid) to realise that Chyhir's actions were perhaps a little bit... odd. Some of the more attentive of his crew in the department of love had noticed, but kept the information to themselves, not wanting to make the situation worse. Scott was horribly oblivious, and they knew a little about his romantic past. The small smidges of knowledge the captain had unwilling allowed to slip out were enough to zip their mouths and allow things to play out.

The Captain rose to his feet without faltering. He shook out his leg. It was a little stiff but he could walk that off easily. He pulled on his usual black form-fitting shirt, and shrugged into his leather jacket, stepping into his boots and lacing them up. The blonde looked and felt much better, though he had always bounced back quickly from just about everything.
He was glad to hear Chyhir was coming. "Good," he replied, heading for the door of his room. The cockpit needed him. "Perhaps before we get there I can ask Halia to show you a few basic self-defence moves. I doubt this mission will be violent, but you never know. There will be plenty of us to protect you anyway, so no need to worry. But the more you can defend yourself, the better."
They lived a dangerous life. It never hurt to know a few more moves anyway.

The crew were glad to see their captain back on his feet. Scott ate dinner and did a little debriefing in the cockpit with the cabin crew before heading back down to the lower deck with Halia.
"Halia says she would happily teach you a few basic moves," Scott offered, hanging up his jacket while Halia came over to the doctor, her eyes containing a splash of mischievousness that was almost never there.
"Perhaps I should spar with the captain and you can watch. Sometimes it helps to watch someone else before trying something," Halia suggested, intending fully to show off the Captain to their new recruit, but also to perhaps kick his butt. She was more than capable. She was also one of the few who had notices Chyhir's interest in her Captain, and was very much approving.

[Curious]

"Walking probably feels nice, huh?" he asked with a soft chuckle. "I wouldn't blame you if you avoided sitting down for days, honestly. I feel like I would do the same, in your position."
He nodded with satisfaction.
Finally, he'll be distanced and I can get him out of my brain for five minutes. I'll miss his company, I think, but I most certainly won't miss all this heartache. Hopefully the expression 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' isn't true, otherwise I'm in huge trouble.

By the time Halia and Scott had come down, Chyhir had changed into clothes easier to move around in, different from his usual fur ensemble. Now he wore a thin black tank top and sweatpants bunched around his ankles, his silky hair bunched up in a not-so-graceful bun. Unlike usual, he had bare feet, feeling as though it would make fighting a bit easier.
He hadn't expected Scott to accompany Halia, so when he heard his voice behind him, he jumped three feet in the air.
Oh, great, he gets to see me make a fool of myself. That's something I really wanted. Mmhmm. Yep.
Despite the negative thoughts bouncing about his brain, he turned to face his two crewmates with a nervous smile.
"Alright, that sounds good. Uh, please don't strain yourself too much, though, Scott, I don't want you messing your leg up again. It could still be sensitive." He shot a glance of concern toward the tall male.
He's all better and he's still making me worry.

[stormy tom]

Scott snorted, but there was some gratefulness in his eyes. "I'll be fine," he assured.
"I will go lightly on him," Halia agreed and Scott seemed to sigh with relief ever so slightly. Halia was a lot stronger and better at fighting than he was.
"Let me show you some simple moves," Halia said to Chyhir. "Captain, please throw me some generic attacks."
Scott agreed and took his stance, then threw a punch at Halia's face. She blocked the move with her forearm and ducked sideways. As usual, the captain's aim was perfect, but his strength and stance were slightly lacking. He had a graceful body, but was not skilled in combat. Halia easily blocked his blows. She caught his wrist and swiftly twisted his arm straight behind him, forcing him to his knees.
Halia tugged on his arm, adding just enough tension to make her Captain tap her hand. "Thanks Halia, you can let go now," he was almost ordering. Halia let the faintest of smirks across her face and released him, letting her captain stand and roll his shoulder.
"Then take down your opponent so they cannot come after you again," Halia said and struck a light but swift blow to Scott's stomach. He double over and backed up a step or two. "Or a kick." Scott barely managed to roll sideways away from her high kick aimed at his head. He came back up, scowling just a little.
"You are slow today Captain," Halia mused.
"And you are playing with me like a ball of string," Scott retorted, much to Halia's amusement.
"Would you like to try, doctor? I promise I will not hurt you. You may try on me or the Captain, but be ware he is not as skilled."