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Al's apartment, a few days later

Spending more of my time here, now. Much of it as I can, really.

Still have to be careful, of course. Think Al's got some kind of plan in place to tidy away any evidence of our previous deal; figure I'm better off not knowing the details.

But we've been able to get up together in the mornings, mostly, and I'm here when he comes back from work - which seems to be getting earlier, these past days. And it's - easy. More absurdly domestic than I'd've thought possibly, when he straightens my tie under my chin with a slight frown for my scruffiness, or I take his jacket and kiss him as he comes in the door. Almost frightening how fast it's starting to feel normal, him and me, here. Not sure I realised how I've missed living with someone, since Syl. Knowing it'll last, god willing. Knowing that I'm home.

[Open to Al]

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al_shairan
Sep. 24th, 2010 11:20 pm (UTC)
"Fuck, I'm starving. Think the noodles'll be cold?"

"Stone cold," I say, smiling back at him, the mood lightening. "But we have a microwave." I notice the we after I say it, and it makes my smile lift higher. I get off the bed and stretch, and offer him my hand to help him up. Reheated takeout would not normally be on my list of ideal meals, but right now it seems perfect.

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