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[ffuckoff]

Yeah, real reassuring. I'll take some classes if you take some. [Because clearly that's a boast she's not going to regret.]

[beforethewar]

[He leans in and grins broadly.]

Miss Gallagher, I believe we have a deal.

[ffuckoff]

[She holds out her hand for a shake, to seal the deal.] You got it.

[beforethewar]

[He takes the hand in his own and shakes it with a nod.] Good!

[ffuckoff]

Good. [She looks him over.] Now, you should probably get to bed before you throw up on my rug. If I have to clean up any vomit, all bets are off.

[beforethewar]

[He chuckles and stands. He is getting rather tired. Damned human bodies.]

Well, no fear of that this time, I don't think, but it has been a long day.

[His expression falls a bit. A very long day. His heart aches a bit when he remembers that when he wakes up in the morning, Charley won't be there.]

I'm glad I met you tonight. You're good company and I needed that.

[He rests his hand on her shoulder with a small, but grateful smile, and turns to retreat to his room.]

[ffuckoff]

[She wasn't expecting this earnest compliment, and it shows. A lifetime spent around duplicitous people, though, makes her appreciative of honesty. The look of puzzlement fades into a soft smile.]

Yeah, you too. Now get to bed. [She pats his shoulder right back, but with a leading force toward the door. He's still drunk, and this is still how you handle drunks, no matter how polite they are..]

[beforethewar]

[He turns to close the door behind him and bows his head a little.]

Sleep well, Fiona.

[The door clicks closed and he's off.]