Who: Fisher and Rocky
What: The goodbye sleepover
Where: Fisher's hotel room
When: Late night
Rating: PG 13
It had been exactly what a sleepover was probably supposed to be. They'd watched bad movies, aclled for room service and ate junk, at one point Fisher had said something smart assed and Rock had hit him with a pillow. For two minutes straight. That was a pillow fight, wasn't it? And now, close to midnight, despite the caffeine and sugar rush, both Rocky and Fisher were laid out on the decent sized bed pretending they were watching whatever awful movie Rocky had picked out. It was been an overly fun night, laughing and joking, almost as though neither of them wanted things to be quiet, because then they'd have to acknowledge that this was all about goodbye.
But now things were quiet, and Fisher was thinking about it. He thought about how Rocky was just like a little sister, just like Lyle had been- moody and sometimes annoying and sometimes weirdly sweet and while he didn't know why she cared so much about him, he was glad. And he loved her too. And he would miss her. And he couldn't guarantee that he would ever see her again after he left. He'd told Starbuck he'd come visit, but... maybe he couldn't. Maybe he would just disappear.
"Hey," he said softly, nudging Rocky's shoulder with his elbow. His eyes were still glued to the screen ahead. "I'll miss you, you know." Just in case he didn't come back, she should probably know that.