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I have no 'bitches' because I would never call my lovers such a thing.

... Come to think of it, I haven't been lost in too long. I think I used to enjoy it. (He frowns, pensively. But it quickly turns into a smile. It's almost childlike in its giddiness.) You're right, Joel. Of course!

You want to hand *him* a *map*?

I am more than glad to accept those terms. I cannot wait to see this.

(At 'don't be a dick,' he flashes a grin.) Does that mean you're the designated driver?

Well, it's either that or my motorcycle.

... We can take your car this time. I'll even allow you to drive.

That would be lovely. Grab your jacket too, it's cold out.

I don't know where we're going yet! The plan is to see where the wind takes us, find something *fun.*

Before you say it: Yes, I am capable of fun.

The fact that you know it's happening *is* the invi...

Clearly, I have not been direct enough. I apologize. Get your things. You're coming with us.

You do realize that you are welcome to join us?

I...

(His eyebrows furrow. It sort of looks like he's about to cry for a split second?)

... Am okay with winning by default in this case. But we should find you more friends.

... ... ... ...

I am one of your 'best buds?'

A weekend trip, perhaps?

Building a house of cards.

His hands are shaking which is making it difficult, but he's gritting his teeth and continuing. He needed something to focus on.

And *I* am the one called a pessimist.

(He stubs out his cigarette, grabbing his glass to hide his need to fidget. His fingers still tap against it, giving away his restlessness. An old habit that has never died.)

If you have to ask, the answer is probably yes.

"You make it sound so simple." A soft sigh. "I worry for their reaction. That's all. I'm very different from what they know."

I have not seen... Alright, alright. Calm down. I'll put it out.

I do not see how that is your b...

(When he finishes pouring, he looks up.)

... Oh. Hello.

Staring out at the fog.

It's rather thick today.

"Careful, I could get used to this."

He said, playfully. His own arm curling around her waist to hold her.

He tilted his head up, basking in her attention. He looked self-satisfied now.

His eyes were closed and there was a lazy smile on his face.

A soft sigh left him, a lazy smile on his face. One hand still resting on her hip.

Her hand in his hair made it hard to focus. But he's certainly not complaining.

The lingering tension in his shoulders eased as he felt a hand in his hair. An old instinct that he'd thought long dead. It was nice.

His hand rested on her waist.

With a soft laugh, he tugged her into his lap.

"I take it *you* missed *me?*" He asked between kisses.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, backing away from the wall so he could sit on the couch.

Much more comfortable.

Tilting his head, he captured her lips in a proper kiss.

He still had her pinned against the wall... he should probably move back soon.