Room 512, Monday Early Morning

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Ino was drowsy, and warm, and comfortable. Michael’s arm was draped over her and she came to wakefulness slowly. She blinked up at the ceiling for a few moments, just orienting herself, and trying not to think too hard about any of the emotional tangles that she could get caught in.

Just good fun.

And if she kept telling herself that, maybe it’d be true.

Carefully sitting up, not wanting to wake Michael--no surprise that she’d be up earlier than him really, not with her training—Ino glanced over at him, almost fondly--

And froze.

Those were... scars. On his back. Faint, but there. Ino leaned over to get a better look, one hand reaching to gently trace them, as her eyes narrowed.

[For the boy in the bed! Room and boy modded with permission! That Ino and Michael woke up together and talked is FB everything else, including the topic, is severely NFB.]

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He was a light sleeper, but this morning he was relaxed and so didn't wake instantly at the touch.

He did roll to lean into her hand, though, not completely asleep.

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That got a faint smile, though most of her attention remained on what scars she could still see thanks to him rolling. "Morning," she said, keeping it quiet enough that if he was still sleeping, it shouldn't disturb him.

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"Hey... morning", was the sleepy response, and he wasn't moving any more, not wanting to disturb her warm hand on his back.

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She gently traced another scar. "Sleep well?"

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"Pretty well." He was starting to realize, slowly, that the shapes she was drawing on his skin weren't random. "You?"

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"Overslept a bit," she said, still tracing scars very carefully. "So, yes. I did."

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"Don't usually oversleep. Good." He twisted his head to look at her. "You saw."

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Her hand froze on the scar she'd been tracing. "...yeah, I saw."

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"It's okay", he said, looking up into her eyes for once. "It's all over now."

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"Doesn't mean I've got to like it," she said softly. "Or that I'm not angry on your behalf."

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"You can be." He paused for a moment, then offered, "I ever tell you Dean held a gun on the old bastard?"

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"I don't think you did," she said, her hand resuming it's careful tracing of the scars. "That does help."

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"Best thing I ever saw." He turned over onto his stomach, giving her full access since she seemed to want it.

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"Wish I'd seen it," she said, raising herself up for easier perusal of his back. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Tell me 'bout it?"

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"About Dean?" He shrugged slightly. "The old man said I couldn't come back. Dean was just holding him off while I got my stuff."

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She sighed. "Nothing exciting happen?" Like, you know, Hank getting shot.

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"Nothing to get too much attention. Dean did punch him out when we were leaving."

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"I think I owe Dean a thank-you card or something," she mused. "What do you think?"

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Michael laughed.

"I think he might be kind of confused, but go for it."

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"Why should he be confused?" Ino asked, her hand leaving his back to play with his hair now. "Really now."

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"It was a while ago." His head tipped back into her hand. "But then, you'd explain."

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"Maybe I would," she said, smiling down at him. "Or maybe I'd try that whole woman of mystery thing."

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"And then he'd be confused."

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She laughed. "I'll figure something out, I'm sure."

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Michael grinned up at her, then tried to look over his own shoulder at the scars.

"Almost forgot those were there, anyway."