Al didn't have a plan. Yet. Just pieces that might come together in their favor. He didn't feel much like revealing that to Kara, though, as he was guessing her confidence was already shaken.
The cot was hardly large, but Al thought they'd be able to share, and since he doubted Thrace would mind being close, he urged her to move so they could readjust their positions. It bought him a little time (even if he wasn't dumb enough to assume Kara didn't recognize his need to stall.) Thrace obliged the move and Al thought she really looked like she could use a good night of sleep and a decent meal.
"Give me the night, yeah? I'll tell you in the morning," he finally replied, settling himself between her and the wall. It was a little awkward, but Calavicci weighed the benefits and decided that discomfort and the company of a woman would probably always win over comfort and sleeping alone.
One arm pulled pillow-duty and he used the other to stroke at her hair (as much for his benefit as for hers.) Maybe she'd sleep and he'd be able to set his mind solely to the task at hand. Or, knowing Bingo, he'll get cozy, fall asleep as well, and come up with something while on his way to pull off said "something."
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Date: 2010-05-16 02:54 am (UTC)The cot was hardly large, but Al thought they'd be able to share, and since he doubted Thrace would mind being close, he urged her to move so they could readjust their positions. It bought him a little time (even if he wasn't dumb enough to assume Kara didn't recognize his need to stall.) Thrace obliged the move and Al thought she really looked like she could use a good night of sleep and a decent meal.
"Give me the night, yeah? I'll tell you in the morning," he finally replied, settling himself between her and the wall. It was a little awkward, but Calavicci weighed the benefits and decided that discomfort and the company of a woman would probably always win over comfort and sleeping alone.
One arm pulled pillow-duty and he used the other to stroke at her hair (as much for his benefit as for hers.) Maybe she'd sleep and he'd be able to set his mind solely to the task at hand. Or, knowing Bingo, he'll get cozy, fall asleep as well, and come up with something while on his way to pull off said "something."