author's notes: uhmm little drabbley ficlet. been thinking about the Troika a lot lately, and this little scene popped into my head. here 'tis.
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Warren has suspected it for some time, but his suspicions are confirmed in the early hours of the morning once he finally puts his blueprints away and decides to hit the hay.
Andrew has been up watching him for hours, but he had finally been too overcome with exhaustion to stay up any longer and had wandered to the couch where he had collapsed in a heap. This is where he lies now, mumbling in his sleep.
Warren stands over him for a while, watching his eyelids twitch as his eyeballs roll beneath them-- he's pretty deep into his REM cycle. Warren thinks Andrew is a lucky little bitch for being able to just pass out and sleep anywhere he wants like that. Warren himself can't sleep at all unless he's in his own bed.
Warren can only pick out a few words here and there from Andrew's sleep talk. He makes a bemused game of trying to work out what the kid is dreaming about. Something about "school", something about "told me already". And then Andrew stops talking all together. Falls silent and still except for the breath falling in and out of him effortlessly.
Warren gives up-- the diversion is spent, so he grabs a glass of water off of the drafting table and heads for bed.
But before he's even out of the room, Andrew speaks again.
"Warren."
This time it is perfectly clear.
At first Warren thinks Andrew had woken up and is calling out to him, but when he turns, Andrew hasn't moved an inch. Warren goes back to stand over him again.
"Warren," Andrew says again, and there is no mistaking the deep conviction in his voice. Even in the semi-darkness, a telltale expression is pronounced on his sleeping face.
Warren decides to try something.
"Andrew," he answers. But when he says it, he says "Katrina" in his mind. He gets the feelings behind the latter across in the former. He is pleased at the results-- his voice rings sincere in his ears. The devotion he hears when he speaks matches Andrew's.
Andrew draws in a gasp, and he nuzzles into the sofa cushion. After a moment, a smile spreads across his face.
Excellent. This development promises an amusing game of indefinite length for Warren, not to mention one hundred percent fail-safe control over Andrew.
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author's notes: that's it! little bitty thing I know. Thoughts: I love Andrew so very, very dearly. And I hate Warren. He is an indescribably horrible bastard. By which I mean, Adam Busch is an amazing actor who was able to create such a terrifically villainous character. And on the topic of the actors, I will add that Tom Lenk is just as adorable as the character he portrays, if not more so. I'm very passionate about Andrew and Warren and the dynamic between them, so I might write more on the subject sometime if there is interest...although, if I were to do so, it might end with Warren dying a horrible, bloody death. Er, again. Haha. Thank you for reading! Reviews give me life and energy!