Chelsea’s in the middle of trying to get to sleep when Bucket knocks on the guest bedroom door. She’s hesitant to even answer, still off from earlier.
CHELSEA: ...Is that Bucket or Matthias?
BUCKET: Bucket! I doubt the latter would bother…
CHELSEA: You’d be surprised...you can come in.
Bucket steps inside, looking concerned.
BUCKET: Are you doing alright? You’ve been quiet, and I’m a tad worried…
CHELSEA: Just...can’t stand that guy.
BUCKET: He certainly does have a way of testing my patience.
CHELSEA: I’d say not to take it personally, but he seems to want to get under everyone’s skin as personally as possible.
BUCKET: It suddenly makes sense why Spit left him with us.
Chelsea laughs, bitter.
CHELSEA: You kidding? She loves the guy. No, he’s here to keep an eye on me...and presumably you too.
BUCKET: Surveillance? But why?
She shrugs.
CHELSEA: Probably thinks I’m getting too comfortable with you.
BUCKET: Frustrating...there’s certainly a reason why him specifically, yes?
CHELSEA: He’s a head cultist, close to my ranking.
She grimaces, clearly not happy about this.
BUCKET: Are his odds good, or is he just a little optimistic?
CHELSEA: No chance. But he’s the jealous type, and not one to give up either.
BUCKET: He’ll die out eventually.
CHELSEA: Not soon enough, if I’m being honest.
BUCKET: Eventually.
CHELSEA: Well…
Chelsea sighs, shoulders drooping.
CHELSEA: At least he was mostly well behaved at dinner tonight- relative to his usual.
BUCKET: This is less than his usual?!
CHELSEA: Trust me, tonight? He was testing to see how easy it is to push your buttons.
BUCKET: ...I take it I failed.
Chelsea nods, a grim expression on her face.
BUCKET: Ah...and the consequences of such?
CHELSEA: Expect heckling the next few days...I wish I had the chance to warn you about him, but we were thrown right into this.
BUCKET: I’ll make do...is he going to be here the entire time?
CHELSEA: Looks like it.
BUCKET: I’m not a fan.
CHELSEA: Well...maybe he’ll just, focus on me. I can hope for that, at least.
BUCKET: I’d rather he just not be around for most of this.
CHELSEA: We don’t have that option, and with him around Rein’s going to insist you keep an eye on him. Just like he’s keeping an eye on me.
BUCKET: We could just lock him away for a few days.
CHELSEA: Yeah?
Chelsea can’t help but smirk.
CHELSEA: Maybe we can look into that tomorrow.
BUCKET: I’m sure with the right framing, I could sell a cause for such an action to Rein.
CHELSEA: Better get some rest for now...best we can, anyway.
BUCKET: Mm. Will you be alright tonight with the guest bed?
CHELSEA: Considering my options back at Spit’s? This is a luxury.
BUCKET: Do call me if you’re in need of assistance of course, you know it’s never an issue.
CHELSEA: I will- I’m keeping you up, aren’t I?
BUCKET: I don’t mind!
CHELSEA: You never do, but...I don’t want to be a bother to you, you know?
BUCKET: You’re never a bother to me, Chelsea.
A smile creeps across Chelsea’s face, a rare sight. She catches herself and turns her head to hide it as soon as she can, but not before Bucket gets a glimpse.
CHELSEA: Still, it’s late...we can figure out what to do about Matthias tomorrow.
BUCKET: We’ll meet up as soon as we can to discuss it further. Sleep well, okay?
CHELSEA: You too…
She lingers a bit, trying to fight back the urge to hug them. Bucket gives her a little smile and she can’t take it, doing her best to give them a one armed hug before pulling away just as quickly. Bucket’s own smile grows, soft and warm.
BUCKET: I’ll be back in the morning.
BUCKET: I promise.
BUCKET: I’ll be back in the morning.
BUCKET: I promise.