➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[synanthrope]

Just the things I wear.

[She looks him over]

I suppose I could wear you but it might be uncomfortable.

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[His lips tighten against the smirk.]

I've never said the same about you.

[synanthrope]

[She looks a little surprised for a moment, and then actually laughs]

I'm smaller than you are.

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You fit where it counts.

[synanthrope]

Is that flattery or innuendo?

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Can it be both?

[synanthrope]

[She presses her fingers in his hair]

You tell me.

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[He tilts his head a little - as much as needed - to kiss her.]

You're beautiful when you do that.

[synanthrope]

When I ask questions?

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When you laugh. [He dips his head, nuzzling into her neck with the faintest catch of teeth to track his progress.]

And when you're asking questions. And when you're not...

[synanthrope]

I suppose I don't do that often.

[Her fingers keep moving through his hair, like she's trying to memorize the line of his skull.]

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Makes it better when you do.

[His replies just get quieter, caught between sighs.]

[synanthrope]

[Speaking of quiet. She gets quiet for a long moment]

Do you love me?

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[Well, that tenses all the muscles along his shoulders that had been slack and relaxed. He swallows down hard on any immediate response before he looks up at her, frowning lightly.]

That would make things complicated, wouldn't it?

[synanthrope]

I don't know enough about love to know that.

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Love... makes everything complicated. I've sworn off it enough times to figure that out. Especially the kind that the person you love can't give back.

[Anyone would think this was a theme.]

[synanthrope]

[she's quiet for a moment, thinking, before she presses her mouth against his temple in a gesture that is almost concilatory. The fact that she will let this go speaks volumes that most people can't hear.]

Fine.

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[Avoiding the question had been an answer of sorts, one that he's glad not to be pushed on. For once it would be too much for him to translate for her. He's given up frontiers, one after another, against better intentions. The ground is shaky enough as it is.

And he'd told her, not so long ago, the most important thing. I'm glad you're here. If keeping things as they are means avoiding questions then he can, for once, check himself into not asking for more.]

My birthday's in February.

[It's an odd shift in conversation but, that time last year, only three people here had known. Only one had remembered.]

[synanthrope]

Which day?

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Twelfth.

[synanthrope]

I'll make a note of it.

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You don't have to remember it.

[He just wanted her to know.]

[synanthrope]

I don't have to do anything.

[She would just like that pointed out.]

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[And he acknowledges it with a lift of his eyebrows.]

Fair enough.

[synanthrope]

I should make it so the front seats can tip back into the backseat.