There's almost too much going on right now. Hook finally has confirmation on who attacked Taz, but he's not sure how to feel about it. There's still too much uncertainty about it. Considering the entire day is a painful blur in Taz's memory, he's not much help in figuring it out. It hadn't helped that Hook was instructed to stay home by Tony Khan, leaving him with plenty of time to recover after getting cracked multiple times by Christian's briefcase, but not much else. He hates sitting at home, hates being unable to do anything or simply be there as Orange is targeted by Mox, can only hold his breath as they do to him what they did to Chuck.
But others run out, they save Orange from that, and he sits there, tense, fingers twisted in the fabric of his sweatpants, for he's not even sure how long before something wet presses into his fingers. He twitches, then looks down and realizes. "Oh. Hey," he murmurs, pulling Rocco into his arms and holding him. "S'ok, little guy," he says, watching the TV as he rocks the puppy back and forth. "It's all going to be ok."
He hopes so, anyway.
Orange decides to just travel on to Philadelphia for Collision, reorient himself with the familiar area. Hook considers driving out to see him, but Tony had specifically said to take the full week off, and he doesn't need to add more drama to his life right now, so he stays home with Rocco. Helps Taz with his PT where he can. Tries to formulate some sort of game plan against Christian.
He does watch Collision that night, not surprised when Mox continues to go after Orange through Yuta. Orange gets away unharmed, thankfully, so it's one less thing on Hook's mind when Christian appears later in the show and announces that he wants to talk to Hook, explain why he attacked Taz, on Dynamite. Thankfully the show ends shortly after that, and Hook is lost in thought as he scoops up Rocco and heads to bed. It's gotten really cold at night in New York the last couple of weeks, so the bedding's been swapped out for thicker blankets and a comforter and Hook is relieved to snuggle in to all of this, holding Rocco close as they settle in for the night.
The puppy likes to sleep next to him, and has even gotten used to the dark, so the only thing keeping Hook from dozing off to sleep as well is everything he's thinking about. Orange, Yuta, the whole thing with Christian. There's still too much going on, he wishes his thoughts would quiet, the anxiety would ease. That he could just relax and fall asleep as comfortably as the puppy next to him right now.
He sighs and focuses on Rocco, counting his soft breaths. Somewhere between one inhale and the next exhale, Hook's eyes drift shut and he falls asleep.
He wakes up to the room a light grey, the sun just barely starting to rise. Rocco is at the food of the bed, making soft, fussy little noises. He groans and rubs at his eyes, sitting up and reaching out towards him. "Rocco?" He falters and blinks as Orange walks up to the bed, lifting Rocco up and bringing him back to Hook, resting him in his arms. "Oh. You're home."
"Yeah, was pretty restless after everything, so I just drove," he says, reaching out and brushing his hand through Hook's hair, tilting his face up to lightly kiss him. "Missed you."
"Missed you too," he mumbles, freeing a hand to curl it around Orange's collar. "Come to bed?"
"I doubt I'll be able to sleep, but alright," Orange murmurs, kissing him again before stepping back to shrug out of his jacket, kicking aside his jeans. Once down to his tank top and boxers, he crawls into bed next to Hook and sighs as Hook wraps an arm around him and drags him in under the blankets.
"This is nice," Hook mumbles, careful to adjust Rocco so he doesn't get squished between them.
Orange nods. "Did, uh. Did you watch Collision?"
"I did," Hook says. "I guess we're both going to be busy on Dynamite."
"Yeah." Orange trails slow fingers down Hook's arm and sighs. "I'll be around if you need me."
"Same," Hook murmurs, his eyes growing heavy. But just before he could drift back off to sleep, something horrible crosses his mind, a flash of memory from earlier, and he sits up, staring down at Orange with a startling amount of intensity in his sleepy gaze.
"Whoa," Orange says, blinking up at him. "What is it?"
"No matter what happens with Yuta, whether he realizes what bullshit he's gotten himself involved in or what, I'm telling you right now I don't trust him and he's never sleeping on our couch. Got it?"
Orange looks startled, then huffs out a laugh, curling his fingers around the back of Hook's head and drawing him back in for another slow, lingering kiss. "Got it," he mumbles. "Now c'mon, lay back down, get comfortable. You look exhausted."
Hook hums, searching his face for a few moments longer, before allowing himself to settle back in Orange's arms, content by his answer. Orange waits until Rocco has finished squirming around until he's comfortable again too before lazily trailing his hand up and down Hook's back, staring up at the ceiling.
The soft, peaceful repetition of Hook and Rocco's breathing eventually eases Orange into a half-doze, the stress and tension slowly fading from his muscles until he falls asleep as well.