➹BEEPER

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

I know the difference between friendship and wanting to sleep with someone, Robert.

[She shrugs, but doesn't come forward.]

Are you upset?

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There were a few months when I didn't.

[Well, she knows that. But it isn't quite what he's saying.]

More than friendship, less than... us.[That's about as close as he can pitch it in words.] I'm not upset. I'm worried other people might be.

[synanthrope]

These emotions are too messy.

[That's a clean dismissal of them, of the entire institution.]

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[And for once he completely agrees.]

If you ever do want a threesome? We'll find some girl we've never seen before and probably won't see again.

[Now he's closing that gap toward her.]

But I'm good with what I have.

[synanthrope]

[She doesn't reach for him until the last possible moment, her fingers catching in his]

Do I satisfy you? Am I funny enough for you?

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[Where's that coming from? He squeezes her hands lightly.]

You more than- [It feels ridiculous to even answer.] I love you.

[synanthrope]

[She doesn't sound particularly self-pitying - from her it's honestly just a question]

I didn't know that counted as enough.

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[To him it's still an insane question.]

You're funnier than you have any idea about, as beautiful as you think you are, weird, exciting - you still fascinate me with something every day, and if I ever act like you're not enough then let me know so I can smack some sense into myself.

[synanthrope]

[There's a pause and she looks at him, really examines him.]

Were you jealous of the people I kissed?

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[He doesn't flinch under the scrutiny. He does wrinkle his nose.]

Not the teenagers.

[synanthrope]

Well I hope you weren't jealous of Stiles.

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[Agreed. But when it comes to other people?]

It's a curse, I'm not going to suggest muskets at dawn over it. But it's not something I enjoy.

[synanthrope]

What would you suggest muskets at dawn over? Some man seeing my ankles?

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[His expression stays dead-pan, except for that one little quirk to his mouth.]

They are worth fighting over.

[synanthrope]

With the spring collection, you'll be initiating a lot of duels.

[Luckily the winter means lots of boots, right?]

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[The silliness seems to have helped with whatever had been caught in the air before. And that quirk grows to a real smile by the time he's caught her hand in the courtly manner and drawn her in.]

Not worried. My aim's good.

[synanthrope]

[She presses against him, and she doesn't need the help from the mistletoe to kiss him, but it is there above their heads, suggestive as she presses her lips to his, her hands to his hips]