Checking on Mya

Who: Brian and Mya
Where: Mya's place
When: Early afternoon

The minute his shift was over, Brian called Mya. He wanted to make sure she was awake, and not wanting to kill something, before he showed up on her doorstep, after all.

After a few vibrated noises on her bedside table Mya picked up the phone. "Hello?" She asked, doing her best not to threaten whoever called before they explained -why- they were calling.

Brian couldn't help smiling as he heaved himself up into his truck. Ah, Mya. Poor, apparently-still-headachy Mya. "Hello, gorgeous. Is is safe to drop by for a visit, or will I risk disembowelment?"

"Brian?" She should have checked caller ID. "No, you can come over. It's ok."

"Okay, I'll be there in about two minutes, give or take. See you soon." And he hung up, so she could have less annoying-phone-sounds and more whatever-she-did-before-he-got-there. Because sure enough, two and a half minutes later, he was at her place, climbing the walk and opening the door. Knocking when she was headachy was a definite no. Brian even had his own key for situations like this.

Mya kicked off the covers and pulled on her robe. By the time he'd gotten there she was sitting back in bed, her migraine medicine and water on the table beside her and a movie paused on the tv across the room. "In here." She called softly.

Brian made his way back before answering, grinning at the sight of her all bundled up in bed. "Hey." He came in to first kiss the top of her head in greeting then crouch beside her bed. And then sit beside her bed, as the goddamn knee protested to the bending involved in crouching. "How you feelin'?"

"Still a bit woozy if I move too much, but better than yesterday, thank you for yesterday." Mya told him, looking down in his direction. "Really, thank you." She'd acted such a fool, it was embarrassing. Her old saving grace had been that it was still very early.

"It's the least a guy can do," Brian said, finding a hand to give it a squeeze. "So don't worry about it, all right?" He grinned, and added, "You only owe me for today. Do you know what I had to put up with, for eight straight hours today?"

"Oh god! Don't tell me someone called in sick!" Mya said, sitting up a bit straighter.

"No, no," Brian soothed, laughing softly. "A stupid something, not a really-horribly-bad something. Your way too flirty, right-hand man server, to be specific."

Mya furrowed her brow and looked at him a moment, trying to figure out who he was talking about. "Domino?" She finally asked.

Even after so long, Brian still forgot sometimes that teasing Mya while she was migraine-groggy wasn't the best idea. He nodded, folding his arms on the bed and resting his chin on them. "You would not believe how many times he tried hitting on me today." Or she might. But she seemed oblivious to that sort of thing so often, he just couldn't imagine her picking up on all but the most obvious of it.

"He does flirt a bit. If it's a problem I can talk to him." Mya said, she'd always just brushed off Domino's flirts, he didn't seem to do it in a harmful way, and he was a very good worker. Maybe she -should- have been more strict about it, maybe it would cause a problem. Maybe thinking about it made Mya's head ache again.

"Naw, if it gets too bad I can talk to him about it," Brian shrugged. "I'm his boss, too, after all." And he wouldn't want to make Mya do it; that just sounded too much like hiding from it than dealing with it, and wasn't fair to Mya. And maybe it was flattering. Even if he wasn't into men, far too pretty or not. Really. "It was more funny than anything else. Really, Mya, it's more than a bit of flirting. Are you getting more oblivious than usual?" His tone was light, purposefully, and he was smiling, so hopefully she'd take that the right way.

"Hey! Don't tease the sick girl." Mya pouted. "And I'm sorry for him. The one thing I've noticed about Domino is that he's... non-discriminating."

"Don't pout at the guy who's been fending off cute kids all day," Brian shot back with a grin. "I might explode from too much cute. But non-discriminating is certainly one way to put it. Why are you sorry for him? I have a feeling he gets plenty of play, which is what he seems to be after."

"No I mean I'm sorry about his flirting with you." Mya clarified. "And I wouldn't know."

"Oh. Well, don't be. At least somebody thinks I'm hot, even if it's just a flirty kid." Brian chuckled; he wasn't feeling sorry for himself, he was just, as usual, being silly. "And he does his job, so that's what matters. He did say somebody came by for you yesterday, by the way."

"Oh?" She asked, laying back slightly in a more comfortable position. "Who?"

It was tempting to climb up there with her, but Brian prudently refrained, at least for the moment. "Someone name Corwin? Domino seemed to think he was funny, or something. Do you know a Corwin?"

Mya nodded. "Sure, he was my inspiration for the notice board." She explained.

It took Brian a moment to remember what she was talking about. He'd commented on the bulletin board on his first or second day back, but then promptly forgot about it and let it become part of the scenery. "Oh. Huh. I take it he's one of the notices on it?" There were a couple, now.

She nodded. "The first. So what did he need?"

"Domino said he wanted to see you," Brian said. "Tried to get a number or something out of him and everything. Then he just left a message: he didn't do it. Said you'd understand."

Mya furrowed her brow again. "Do you think he was talking about the posters?" She finally asked after a long moment.

"I don't know," Brian shrugged. "Has he given you any reason to think he'd have put up pictures of dead kids and vampire warnings?"

Mya shrugged slightly. "I know he was searching into things about the cats. But I don't think it was for a malicious reason, he just seemed to genuinely care about what happened." She frowned. "I'll have to try and email him or something."

"The cats?" Brian was honestly glad he'd missed that, given what he'd heard, and he supposed it wasn't surprising that someone might want to look into it. "Well, good luck getting in touch with him. Hope it's not anything hugely brain-breaking, or anything." Given the migraine, and all. He unfolded enough to get a hand up to her face, giving the side of her head a gentle poke.

"You missed the cats. You didn't want to be here for the cats." Mya clarified. "I should be back to my old self by tomorrow... just in time to... stay inside and hope I don't burn down my house."

Brian laughed, softly. "I can give you a call after my shift and come keep an eye on you, if you like. I'm teaching Olivia how to cook, so maybe I can give you some funny learning-to-cook stories by the time I'm off."

"I'll be ok. I haven't burnt my place down -yet- so I probably won't." Mya responded with a small huff. "I don't need a babysitter." She added with a faint smirk.

"It's an excuse to hang out with my best friend," Brian countered lightly. "But I'll let you be, if you'd like."

Mya rolled her eyes. "I think Dom's right in one thing."

Confused by the change of subject, Brian blinked at her. "What?"

"I think you need to find someone." Mya chuckled.

That wasn't really what Brian was expecting at all, and his first reaction was to laugh. "Are you serious?" he asked, amused. "Me? Isn't that like saying you need to find somebody?"

Her face changed quickly into a frown. "That's just mean." Mya replied, folding her arms and turning away. She was good, managed to even suppress her smile. Brian was probably right, if she believed Brian would need someone they it was only fair for him to think the same of her.

"If one confirmed bachelor gets hooked up, it's only fair that the other do, too," Brian chuckled. "Though I suppose you're not quite as far up the age-scale as I am, so you have a few more years until I hunt down someone for you." He was, of course, teasing-- as usual. Hunting down people to hook up with his best friend wasn't happening.

"Well, how do you know I didn't find someone while you were gone?" She asked, looking back at him, still playing defensive.

She probably couldn't have said anything any more likely to send his mental process into a stall. He blinked at her and asked, "Did you?"

Mya scrunched up her nose slightly and made a guilty frowny face. "Well, no... But I could have!"

The face made it up to him, and he laughed again, pushing up from the floor to sit on the side of her bed. "Yes, you could have," he agreed fondly. "But if you do, you'd better tell me, all right? He's gotta meet best-friend approval."

She shifted so she could curl up next to him a little. "Of course. But seriously though, I have a ton of people who're taking up my time and everything... but, I worry about you."

Sometimes Mya made it all too easy. Brian slipped an arm around her shoulders warmly and rested his cheek on her hair. "Why worry about me, gorgeous? I'm doin' all right."

"I always do." She replied simply. Besides it would make her happy to see Brian with some who cared for him, or at least she believed she would be, should it ever really happen.

"You shouldn't worry about me," Brian answered quietly, squeezing her shoulders gently. "You've got enough people on your mind without me in there, too."

Mya sighed softly, she knew he was right- didn't change anything. "I know. You've a good head on your shoulders. So, other than Domino." She said trying to change the subject. "How are things at the diner? Any more posters? Any... talk about them?"

"No new posters," Brian assured her. "I was in so early I would've caught someone in the act, if there were, and flayed him for you. There's been some talk... and not just about them being up on the diner. Those things were all over town."

Mya nodded and pushed herself back up. "Good." She stretched slightly. "Ok so I know you didn't come here planning on being my pillow all night, and I need to put on some soup... so you can go... go... be that social butterfly I know you are." She grinned at him.

Chuckling, Brian stood up and offered her a hand. "I am meeting up with Manhattan tonight, but I'm not sure if getting dead drunk with an old friend counts as being a butterfly of any kind." And if he wound up hanging around watching her movies with her, or anything, he'd probably fall asleep. It'd been way too early at the diner, that morning.

"Flutter.. flutter." She teased, taking her hand and moving from the bed. "Just don't get too bad a hangover."

"Seeing as I'm on shift again tomorrow--" Not so early, thank god. "--I'll do my best." He tugged her gently into his arms for a brief hug before he had to go. "I'll see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself 'til then."