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Hey, man! How's it going?

[Paaaaaauuuuuse. Just to let you start talking. Five seconds later he cuts in, sounding a little smug.]

No, wait. Sorry. I'm going to have to stop you there.

Nathan's not answering his phone right now, so you're getting his voice mail instead. He's probably off having a nice shag somewhere. Or... well, okay, probably just a wank, but you never know. If you know where he is, you're more than welcome to join him. If you don't, you can leave him a message. He might try and get back to you at some point.

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Sure. What's up?

It's nothing huge, I promise. You wanna stop by mine?

Not feeling the angel mojo today, huh? I'll be right over.

K, see you soon.

See you.

[He hangs up, and fifteen minutes later she'll find him knocking on the door to her flat. Going straight in seems like it might seem a little weird given how things are with them at the moment.]

[When she opens the door she's in one of her favourite black dresses and tights. She leans against the door frame and smiles at him.]

Hi.

[Nathan hasn't made any special effort. He's not too sure what's even meant to be going on here. He returns the smile, raising his eyebrows, doing his best to look casual.] Hi.

Gonna let me in?

[She steps back to let him into the apartment. She doesn't step away from the doorway, and the moment he's over the threshold she starts talking.]

You're probably wondering why I wanted you to come over and it's mainly because I'm bad at phone talking, not really used to it, you know? And I really wanted to tell you stuff. Important stuff. Not phone talky stuff. Because I've kinda been... all over the place lately and it's not fair to you because you've basically been the greatest and all you've ever done is put up with me and I kinda think I'm...

So I wanted to say sorry. For me.

[He was going to go in and sit straight down, but he turns back when she starts talking, hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets as he listens. None of this is making it any easier to see what's happening here, and how he should be acting.]

Okay, so you're sorry... What does that mean, exactly? I don't know if you'd noticed, but I'm not exactly great at this stuff, either.

Yeah. I don't know either. I just thought you should... know.

So... what's going on with us? Are we friends, together... what?

What do you want?

I want you. I thought I'd made that part pretty obvious.

I do, too. I just... I thought maybe I'd messed up too badly.

You didn't. [Well...] Maybe a little, but it wasn't too badly.

I'm sorry I got angry at you, all right?

Nathan...

[Actually, she'd rather not say anything at all. Instead, have an armful of angel.]

[Nathan holds her tightly, waiting until he can manage to speak with a passably casual manner before he says anything. He still sounds kind of like he doesn't quite believe it.]

You want me to stay over?

Yeah. I would.

[Arms still firmly around his middle, she stands on her tiptoes to kiss him.]

[Nathan barely kisses back before he breaks it off, because he's dumb and pretty nervous.]

Hey, if you want to talk, or anything... I probably won't remember to ask, but I'm okay with listening. If you want to tell me things. And I'm fine with the whole age thing. You know. So long as we don't have to talk about it too much. [Yeah. He's put a lot of thought into this.]

[Dulcie takes a moment to take all of that in. She bites her lip a little nervously.]

I don't even think I'd know where to start anymore.

Well, it doesn't have to be now. I just thought... you know. Whenever.

Thank you. That means a lot.

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sorry this took forever, baby...

Don't worry about it!

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