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"Huh?" Brisa had actually allowed herself to start peacefully dozing off with her head resting against Starr. She took a moment to process what the incineroar had just asked. Starr always crashed on the couch. If Starr didn't use the couch, then... she would... "BrrpprwHhaAT—" She damn near...

Brisa responded with an exaggerated groan and buried her face in Starr's collar to hide her own big, stupid grin. "Fair enough, partner. Another one, then." She sighed, happily. Besides everything else, it was so, so, so goddamn good to see Starr smile for real again.

Brisa closed her eyes and let out a quiet purr of relief, not just that yes, of course her feelings were welcomed, but that Starr still felt so comfortable with her. She deserved to feel that much at ease for once. So, she'd 'finally said it', as Starr put it. Had Starr just been waiting for...

Brisa chuckled, and gods, but it felt good to feel like it was okay. To feel safe, admitting to it. "Yeah. I like you somethin' fierce, Starr. I don't know fer how long, but it ain't been hardly a crush fer a while now. Figures that you'd've realised already." Starr wasn't the first person to...

"Ain't that more or less what ya did?" Brisa laughed, and she shoved Starr back, but her ears were heating up again and she dropped her gaze. She could almost hear Starr's knowing smirk, goddamnit. Brisa really wasn't subtle, was she? She sighed with catharsis, made herself meet Starr's eyes...

Brisa chuckled. She hadn't even been hung up on that. "It was fair enough t'be honest. I told ya way back in the pit that I always felt alone." She shook her head, and her smile warmed. "Haven't felt that way fer a while now."

It had hurt. But so did any rough enough fight... Hell, so had that fight, in the Dojo, so many months ago. Brisa gave Starr a dry smile. "Sure. An' I remember wantin' t'kick yer teeth in a while back. Did a pretty good job of it too, as I recall." She squeezed Starr's paw in her own...

Brisa swallowed, and thought of how intimidated Cynthian had been of Starr when they first arrived. Several others, too. Starr... Starr didn't want people to think of her as dangerous. Well, Brisa could relate to that. "Sounds t'me like you're afraid of yerself," said Brisa, quietly. "Afraid of...

Brisa nodded sadly, internally a little glad Starr was finally saying these things to someone, to anyone. Perhaps Brisa was the right person to tell, but that just made her heart break all the more. "Y'can't take a thing like that back, but y'can do what else is right and good. And didn't ya...

Brisa allowed herself a shuddering exhalation of relief. At least Starr would concede that. "D'you just... D'you feel like what you did is so goddamn terrible, only dyin' can make up fer it? That you'll never wash the blood off?"

"I don't want you to die either," said Brisa, her voice breaking a little. She took a sharp breath, steadied herself. "You don't have to be willin' to die rather than live under duress, Starr. An' y'can be better than y'were, without sacrificin' yerself." Brisa chewed her cheek and imagined...

Brisa couldn't help but thrash her tail and pin her ears at the reminder of how she'd been treated before, for the same things she was celebrated for now. Starr, as usual, had a point. "I'm not tryin' t'say ya never did," she replied, a hard edge creeping in, softened immediately as she...

Brisa nodded. Sombra never lied, either. But then, what of all the other Shadows she'd heard speak? Wishkeeper, speaking of how everyone is going to use you. Cynthian's darkness, shrieking about her worthlessness. Dave's inner self, so sure he was unloved. I don't give a shit about anyone but...

"Sure y'are," said Brisa, with irony, but without much bite. "Better'n most of our teammates would be doin' in the same position, anyway." And that was with how bad the shit in Starr's past was, to get brought to the fore by Blacklight and the parasite... I don't give a shit about anyone but...

Ah, Starr had already heard about it, then. Good. Or whatever. "Good luck to 'em," said Brisa. She was quiet for a minute, settling herself with roasted nuts and canned ale. The feeling of gloom was still there, but she'd still rather be where she was than anywhere else. At last, she bucked...

"Yeah, I–" Shit, was Starr gonna want to hear about her recent mission? Eh, she'd hear about it soon enough, Nate was her housemate after all. "Uh, I went with a few others into Diyem's Voidlands, did what we could to rescue that corrupted mewtwo. No fightin', believe it or not. I, ah, kept...

Brisa smiled fondly, but with concern. Yet another person she loved looking like shit. Every mission took it out of the team in a new way, and she felt less able than ever to support them. "Help yerself," she said, hefting the tote onto the coffee table and planting herself on the other side of...

Now... They'd hung out as usual to watch movies. They'd met up for their normal drills and matches. They'd taken on and defeated spectacular opponents. But things still weren't right. Starr was still holding what had happened right up in her chest, piercing her own heart with it. Brisa had...

Before the fight in the Radiant Void... Gods, but Brisa ought to have tried one of Cibus' spas before now. How much less stressed could she have been if she'd just had a goddamn hot bath once in a while? And they had some kind of fucking berry or orb or something that made the water pleasant...

"Good," said Brisa, noticing Starr's shoulders losing some tension. She leant in a little more. "Maybe not now, but whenever y'want to." They didn't have all the time in the world. But with things as they were, maybe they'd have time enough. <><><><><>