"If you're going to hoard the ice cream, you could at least have the decency to not let it melt."
Flynn was startled awake by Jessica's complaint. Lucy stirred a bit in his arms, but just mumbled something unintelligible before burrowing even further into his embrace.
"Or the courtesy to clean up after yourself," Jess finished, lifting the rocky road carton and swirling the soupy mess inside pointedly.
"I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment." He raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly at Lucy, taking care not to wake her with the movement.
Jess sighed after a moment. "I'll let it slide this one time." At Flynn's answering smirk, she reiterated "once." She went into the kitchen, presumably to toss the gooey no-longer-ice cream. Flynn used the short period of relative privacy to wake Lucy by gently running his finger across the bridge of her nose a few times. She grumbled again, but roused this time. After a few seconds to process that she wasn't in her room, she pulled out of his arms to sit property on the couch. He missed her almost immediately. He watched as she blinked sleepily a few times and then tried to smooth her sleep-styled hair. It was adorable.
She offered him a shy, slightly embarrassed style. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. Especially not, you know, literally on you."
He gave her a full smile in return. "It's all right, I enjoyed the company." He stood before he could risk her feeling awkward. "Coffee?"
"Please," she answered with a grateful look. Flynn allowed himself to run his hand along her shoulders as he walked by.
He crossed paths with Jessica on his way to the kitchen. "Constantly smug isn't a good look for you."
"You're kidding, right? It's my best look."
When he returned to the lounge, he found Jess and Lucy talking about... something. He caught something about switching with Rufus before they noticed him and very conspicuously fell silent. Lucy held her hand out for her coffee, smiling another thank you when he handed it over. He managed not to be disappointed when she didn't lean back into him when he sat next to her with his own coffee. He spent some time listening to Jess catch Lucy up on the gossip she'd missed while she was holing up in her bunk over the past couple of weeks. Well, not really listening. It was more like 'half listening and half trying really hard to not be too obvious in not being able to take his eyes off Lucy.' He definitely failed when he saw a large scrape on her inner arm that he hadn't noticed the night before. His hand shot out, but he was gentle as he grabbed her forearm. He didn't bother asking the stupid question of where it came from (where else but the warehouse from the shootout?). Lucy took a quick look at her arm and put her hand over his in reassurance.
"Just caught a crate on my way down." A questioning noise escaped his throat. "I should probably learn how to tuck and roll if people are going to keep pushing me around," she joked lightly.
Flynn's expression reflected just how little he appreciated the 'joke.'
Lucy sighed. "I'll ask Wyatt if we can start up training again."
"Why Wyatt?" It stung a bit that she trusted Wyatt over him when it came to any part of ensuring her safety, even as the logical part of his brain supplied that she preferred to stay by Flynn's side during missions.
She raised her eyebrows at him, a somewhat incredulous look gracing her face. "If you can honestly tell me you could take a swing at me, even at half strength, knowing that I might not get a block or dodge right, I'd be more than happy to ask you to train me."
He had to admit she had a point there. He blanched at just the thought of trying to hit Lucy, even knowing it wouldn't be real. He would almost certainly go too easy on her. "I'll work with you on weapons, then," he decided, satisfied when she agreed without protest or hesitation.
Jessica coughed to remind them of her presence. Innocent as their conversation was, somehow Lucy had ended up halfway in his lap, and as much as Jess seemed to enjoy playing matchmaker, she'd never been a huge fan of PDA that wasn't hers. "Well, I seem to be surplus to requirements here. I think I'll go wake my husband up for a workout of my own." She wiggled her eyebrows at the both of them and grabbed her empty cereal bowl as she stood. "Let me know if you want help later, 'kay?" she directed at Lucy, who only nodded.
Flynn managed to hold his curiosity a full three seconds after Jess had left the room. "Help with what?"
"Switching rooms with Rufus." At his somewhat blank expression she helpfully added "before Boston, I was in the room he's in now, but he and Jiya thought I maybe should be alone with… everything that was going on."
Meaning that they didn't want her to seclude herself even more than she already was. It was a testament to how distracted he'd been over the last couple of months that he hadn't really registered the change. If he had in passing, he'd brushed it off as that was how things must have been for them in their timeline. He felt the slightest amount of guilt for a moment (he was the reason she'd been locking herself away, after all), before pleasure set in at the knowledge that she was confident enough in their change in circumstances to have her own space. Before she'd died, Lucy had frequently crashed on the couch (at least until she'd essentially moved in with him). He couldn't hold back a smile when he realized that the oversized storage closet they'd turned into a room for Rufus was just around the corner from Flynn's bunk, which would put Lucy quite a bit closer to him after the switch.
"I'd be happy to help with that move, too." He brushed a hand through her hair one last time before lifting her fully off of him so he could stand. As much as he wanted to do nothing but curl up with Lucy for the rest of the day, everyone else would be up and about soon. "Ready to start the day?"
She took his extended hand and let him pull her to her feet with a smile and an exaggerated sigh. "If we must."