things have gotten closer to the sun [closed]

[lottawork]

He has it.

It had come together unprompted, without the click and slide of a solution slotting easily into place. There is never a click, a common misconception even in the highest echelons of academia - there is never a well-timed stroke of brilliance turned over by some new fragment of insight, simply the give of a problem folding beneath the fierce, continuous, brute force pressure of the uncontained mind. For weeks he has considered it, has become an expert in fields utterly beyond the scope of his specialties or his prolonged interest, and even with the minor distraction of Jackson's spontaneous return to the flesh, he has done little else but attack the set of circumstances without compromise.

The dog is asleep when he exits the building, and he locks his door upon departure, his movements streamlined by the fervent intent of intellectual energy, the strap of his bag taut over his chest as he commits himself to the grueling inadequacies of public transportation.

He knocks immediately upon building entry. He expects Asadi will be waiting for him.

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[lottawork]

He does not favor the transgressor with an additional look as they cross the threshold from train to surface, then city to building with the click and catch of a door being unlocked and opened.

The implication that he would in any capacity prefer the option of being able to 'say hi' is absurd, and Rush snorts. "And do what, exactly."

[etherthief]

"See Greta's reaction to your handy-work?" She waggles her recovered fingers for emphasis, then proceeds smoothly to the elevator. "It's sure to be adorable. I mean, suit yourself. I'm sure you have a lot of important wall-writing to get to." She slips into the elevator, selects Greta's floor, and holds the door for him. She's not exactly desperate to drag Rush along into this interaction, but Greta will be happy to see her arm like this, and she'll probably want to express her gratitude and enthusiasm to him directly. And then she'll get to see her favorite Rush of all, which is the Rush who pretends he doesn't give a shit about anyone else. Bonus.

[lottawork]

He regards her with a sharp, withering look and follows her into the elevator and leans back, head pressed against the dull, vaguely reflective material that is simultaneously too similar and not similar enough to that which composed the elevators in the disused, derelict ROMAC building.

That isn't an immediately useful thought. He dismisses it.

He looks at the ceiling in quiet vexation and says nothing, even as the doors slide noiselessly open and they enter the hall.

[etherthief]

She tries not to look too smug as she leads him to Greta's door.

She lets her left arm hang limply at her side, the weight of it unbearable even after so little a reprieve, but it's worth it for a little good-natured theatrics. She gives him a meaningful look and then lifts her hand to rap lightly on the door. "Special delivery," she announces.

[andhiswife]

Greta's an early riser - old habits - so she's already up and dressed when the knock comes. It's still unexpected, though, and she pauses mid-bustle to furrow her brow at the door. Was that Iman's voice?

A quick peek out the peephole reveals that yes, it was - and that Rush is here, too. It's not like Iman to show up unannounced. It's not like Rush to show up at all. Greta opens her mouth, shuts it, and then opens the door instead.

"... Hello," she says, looking between them with a faint, bewildered smile. "Is everything all right?"

[etherthief]

"Oh yeah, everything's fine, just happened to be in the neighborhood. Can we come in?" She smiles as Greta admits them; steps into the room and pivots to face her. "I just feel like it had been a while since I gave you a proper hello."

She feels like a little kid, playing tricks like this, grinning so broadly her cheeks hurt; without waiting for a go-ahead she steps forward and wraps her right arm around Greta, pulling her into a warm embrace. After just a moment she lifts her other arm, wrapping that around her as well. "That's better," she says gleefully.

[lottawork]

He looks away, arms folded over his chest, in a movement that does not entirely conceal the mild rolling of eyes. Asadi apparently specializes in a flare for the dramatic. He finds this wholly unsurprising.

"Are you quite done?" he says airily, doing a fucking excellent job at masking his relief in having been stranded in the hallway and not having been inducted into their affectionate conglomerate.

[andhiswife]

"Wh--" Greta starts as Iman beams up at her, less an objection and more a general expression of confusion. There's certainly nothing objectionable about a hug, either, and she returns the gesture more or less automatically. Her smile widens, though it's no less baffled than it was when she first opened the door.

Then Iman wraps her other arm around her.

For a beat, all she registers is that the hug just got nicer. Then it hits her, and she lets out an entirely undignified squawk of delight. "Your arm!" It's warm, and it's working, and Greta tightens her hold for a few moments before taking Iman by the shoulders so she can pull back and look at the prosthetic. "It's all fixed?" Without bothering to worry about propriety, she takes Iman's left arm in her hands. It feels alive again, and she runs her palms down Iman's forearm to her hand, pressing it gently between her own. "You can feel with it and everything?"

Rush's droll aside earns him a look that is far too pleased to reach exasperation. "What are you still doing out there?" He helped; surely he ought to be part of the impromptu celebration.

And speaking of. Greta grins back down at Iman, feeling so happy she could burst, and pulls her into another hug. It's not even about what this might mean for her; she knows how much this means to Iman. She hasn't really been herself since she lost the arm; now that it's back, everything will be better.

[etherthief]

Iman giggles, not even caring how much she's blushing right now. "He figured it out," she says. "It works." She lets Greta pull her in, and immediately catches her around the waist and lifts her up, spinning her in a half-circle before setting her back down, laughing almost deliriously. She's loopy from the odd night, but it doesn't matter. This is worth celebrating.

She peeks over at Rush and grins at him. See? This was worth the little visit, right?

[lottawork]

Rush sighs. There will be, apparently, no avoidance of prolonged social contact, an outcome he'd deduced and anticipated as overwhelmingly likely and therefore finds unsurprising. He enters, passing the two, draining the remains of his thermos and shearing more of the lingering ache from his temples.

"There's still progress to be made," he says as he sets the thermos down on the table with a soft click. "But we've managed to isolate and complete the primary objective."

[andhiswife]

Greta all but cackles when Iman spins her about, delighted she's in the mood for such a gesture, delighted she's capable of it. "I'm so happy for you," she murmurs, punctuating it with a kiss to Iman's cheek. She pulls back enough to smile warmly down at her, then turns her attention to Rush.

"What do you still have to do?" The question's barely out before she realizes what a terrible host she's being, and she gives her head a little shake. "I'm sorry--are you hungry? Can I get you anything?" She glances between the two of them inquiringly.

[lottawork]

"Restore all of its former capabilities."

He makes it as far as the corner of the table before it occurs to him to question what the fuck he is doing here. He turns and learns that in Greta's definition of a hug, there is, apparently, kissing involved.

"Much work to be done." He fixes Asadi with an even look. "Do enjoy each other's company."

[etherthief]

Shut up, Rush. Shut your FACE.

Iman responds to him with a snort and a dismissive wave, eager to devote her full attention to Greta without him standing there judging her. He needs the break anyway. He's put up with a lot.

Once he's gone she looks up at Greta, keeping a hand on her waist, because, just because.

"I would love some breakfast if it's not too much trouble," she says sheepishly. "I can help!" She lifts her left hand and waves it to demonstrate, still beaming like a kid showing off a good grade or something.

[andhiswife]

Oh, what a grump. Greta tsks at him, managing an amused, "That last hug was for you!" before he's out the door. Typical. Maybe she'll leave a little basket of muffins outside his door later.

Iman's arm might not be entirely restored, then, but this is still an enormous accomplishment, and a far sight better than just having an inert limb hanging at her side. Greta catches Iman's hand when she waves it in front of her, suddenly struck with the impulse to do something more - something absurd, like press a kiss to her palm. The thought makes her cheeks prickle with embarrassment, and she settles for giving Iman's hand a gentle squeeze.

"Come on, then," she says, pulling her into the kitchen. "I'm teaching you how to make muffins."