Life is like a box of chocolates

[notpatsy]

Who: Trish Walker and you
When: Tail end of first week of March
Where: Garden and Bruce's room
What: Sullenly eating chocolate and cursing the existence of Feelings
Warnings: Will add if necessary

Garden

When a man and a woman like each other very much... they sometimes come to the conclusion that it would still be best if they didn't make things complicated by trying to have a relationship whilst traveling through space in a ship whose captains kidnapped them from another dimension.

And sometimes, even knowing that that decision really is a very sensible and mature way of handling things, the woman decides to hang up a blanket between a couple of bushes, wrap herself in another blanket and sit in her little makeshift tent and eat chocolate and drink a lot of something that at least tastes a lot like milk. She's never sure about anything she gets from the mess hall here, in all honesty.

Look, sitting alone in her bed just made her think of Bruce's bed and that just started up a whole cycle of sad thoughts so she decided to go for whimsy.

She's sitting cross-legged and balancing a notepad on one knee, thoughtfully chewing on a piece of chocolate as she tries to come up with what to talk about during the following day's broadcast. "Interstellar dating" it says on the top of the page, though she isn't actually going to ask anyone on board about their love lives. She's just brainstorming a bit because it beats sitting around dwelling on her own frustration.

It's a crush. It'll pass.

If it doesn't, she might start breaking things.

Insomnia crisis (closed to Bruce)

For a while there, Trish went back to pretty much hardcore ignoring Bruce because she simply couldn't figure out how to talk to him without screaming 'KISS ME, DAMN IT' with her entire being, which not only felt uncomfortably needy but also wasn't at all a good step in the whole 'let's be friends' direction that they have sort of agreed to take.

It does help a lot that Jessica is on board now, since that kind of shifted her emotional centre of gravity in a big way. She still aches for Bruce pretty much all the time, but he's definitely not the person on board that she's closest to anymore.

That said, when night comes creeping and she can't sleep, it's not Jessica's arms she wishes she could feel around her, and eventually she just sort of cracks and gets out of bed to make her way over to Bruce's room and knock on the door.

Comments

[foggybear]

Foggy doesn't really get along with nature, and that includes fake nature. Or real nature in a fake environment? Central Park's alright, but mostly to angrily throw bread crumbs and pigeons after a break up.

There are no bread crumbs nor are there pigeons, and Foggy hasn't bothered contemplating anything since coming here. Not about relationships, or the meaning of life. It's mostly been 'why does this feel strangely like college all over again, but with lasers and space ships.'

That's the reason he's in the gardens, and as he makes his way around he's pleased that, however weird said garden is, some thing resemble earth. There's trees, at least. And not...everything else.

The tent sticks out as a sore thumb, makeshift or no, but he's unsurprised when he pokes his head in and notices Trish. It seems like an incredibly Trish thing to do, eat chocolate and..

His brow raises.

"Are you waiting for a date, Miss Walker?"

[notpatsy]

If Foggy were to voice his college thoughts to Trish, she would agree wholeheartedly and also thank him for managing to so elegantly capture a multitude of her current frustrations in a single phrase.

She lifts her notepad up to hide her writing from Foggy as she gives him an accusatory look that really doesn't have much sting to it since she is also smiling.

"Okay, first off you shouldn't read people's notes without asking first, very rude. Secondly, I'm not waiting for a date."

Because it has been made rather clear to her that there will be no dating going on here.

"Unless you're volunteering, Mr. Nelson, in which case I'm still not waiting since you're here."

[foggybear]

The maiden is shy. The accusatory look is met with Foggy raising his eyebrows in response, completely unphased from her half-glare. Especially since she's smiling, too.

Yeah. This is nice. He chuckles, glancing over at the paper, and then the chocolate. He's seen this in movies. His sister, too, post-breakup. Or anytime 'boy trouble' came around. He should have probably paid attention, but in the Nelson household it's best to run and hide when older siblings are on an emotional rampage. He hums thoughtfully, asks if he can sit, and without actually waiting for Trish to say he can--which he supposes is rude--he takes a seat next to her.

"As much as I would enjoy sweeping you off your feet in an absolute whirlwind of torrid, wanton lust, it looks like you're already pining."

[notpatsy]

Okay that smile develops into a full-on laugh. Foggy has a real gift for making that happen even when things are super shitty. That's one of the many reason why he's a great guy to hang out with. She thinks to herself that she really hasn't done that enough lately, and resolves to change this.

"Very uselessly pining."

She's not even going to bother with trying to deny it.

"I'll keep that whirlwind of torrid, wanton lust in mind though. Sounds like a good time."

[foggybear]

"You're Trish freaking Walker!" He throws up his hands, as if exasperated, and it's a movement he's used to doing with Matt despite Matt's inability to see. Or... ability to sort of see? He's still nor clear on what his best friend can and can't do, but he's pretty much a superhero.

Jerk.

Time to be Trish's superhero, though, and hands in the air move to gently tap Trish's elbow, gaze wide and outgoing.

"You can't pine, you're not allowed! You have to go out there and grab everything you want with your well manicured hands and eye for fashion and all of that!"

[notpatsy]

Oh Foggy, sometimes she just wants to hug you forever.

It's not an easy life, being a superhero's best friend. The constant worrying, the massive inferiority complex you do your best to try to hide.

She gives him a lopsided little smile, trying to not sound bitter as she responds with dry humour:

"It's generaly frowned upon to grab people who don't want to be grabbed though."

[foggybear]

Foggy chuckles at that, shaking his head.

"Nope," He agrees, and he has very vivid memories of Ones That Got Away, mostly to Matt. He refuses to let that happen to Trish, and he swears it has nothing to do with his own slight securities in this matter.

"Doesn't mean you have to settle though. Who's the fella? That too nosy?"

[notpatsy]

There is a moment of hesitation where Trish considers saying that yes, it is too personal, but after some thought she decides that Foggy will probably figure it out the second he sees her and Bruce in the same room anyway so she might as well just tell him.

"Bruce. Bruce Banner."

[foggybear]

"Bruce Banner," Foggy repeats, and for once his face has stilled. It would be almost an unreadable expression, but it's very obviously laced with a mixture between skepticism and surprise.

It makes sense, though. If he thinks about it--but he's not thinking abut it is the problem, and he's instead just sort of staring at Trish and hoping if she repeats the name it'll all click into place.

"The super smart scientist with really nice hair. That Bruce Banner?"

[notpatsy]

"Yep, that's the one."

She's pretty sure there aren't any other Bruce Banners to pick from on board, actually, but she'll let Foggy work through whatever mental process is going on at the moment. She's not entirely sure why he seems so very disbelieving here, but maybe he'll get around to explaining that once he's done getting his head around the fact that Trish has a Thing for Bruce.

[foggybear]

"Okay, first of all--wow, and second of all, you never struck me as the type to like nerds. Not that there's anything wrong with nerds--hello," he gestures to himself, "but I always thought you were sort of the New York Victoria Beckham. Or you'd date an actual football star, like the quarterback."

This is all not the point, of course, but Foggy has a tendency to ramble when he gets like this. So he calms himself down, reaches for the chocolate Trish has, and pops a piece in his mouth, chewing.

"Let's start with the basics: why do you like him so much?" He can figure out what Trish needs from there.

[notpatsy]

"I don't know, I just do. He's smart, kind, sort of adorable..."

She shrugs, what can she say? The guy just sort of managed to find her buttons and push them without even trying to.

"Something about him just feels right I guess."

The truth is that Bruce makes her feel safe, which matters to her more than she would like it to, in spite of how much she tries to maintain the front of not needing anyone to protect her anymore.