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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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[spysinspades]

[He'll extend a packed of french fries to her.]

Wouldn't want to escape them, then they'd be gone.

[adversed]

[There's a quiet Calculation before she plucks one out, toys with it absently rather than eating.] Can they be gone?

[spysinspades]

Have you ever asked them?

[adversed]

[Well, that'll hush her for a moment. But that'll also require her to lean slightly closer, drift her head carefully to his shoulder.

Asking The Numbers, after all, is both Exhausting and Dangerous. Requires resting--and being with someone who'll keep her Safe.]

[spysinspades]

[Ah, well. He can keep her safe for a while. It wasn't much of a hardship.

And her head, planted delicately on his shoulder... it was a nice kind of chain. One they'd broken before.

He'll pat her hand lightly, and continue eating his snack.]

[adversed]

[It's just that her Focus has to change. Her World has to turn Inward. Everything has to become Sharp Lines and Hard Numbers.

Coming back from the daze means gulping air into her lungs like she'd forgotten to breathe.]

...can't. Can't not exist.

[spysinspades]

There you have it, then.

[Simple enough, hm? He'll scoop up her hand and give her a kiss on the knuckles.]

[adversed]

[...oh. That... makes her feel Safe.

Her fingers curl tighter around his.] ...you too.

[spysinspades]

Indeed. And any knowledge is worth having.

[adversed]

...really? Any knowledge?

[spysinspades]

Any knowledge.

[He thinks. Probably.]

[adversed]

...th' knowledge of your favourite colour?

[spysinspades]

Teal.

[A laugh for her, and a gentle finger tucked beneath her chin.]

And yours? [An answer for an answer, darling?]

[adversed]

[Teal. She doesn't know why it makes her so happy to hear a Single Word. Her breath catches happily as he catches her chin, eyes actually flashing with something cheerful.]

...grey.

[spysinspades]

How formal, my lady. [A thumb grazes the back of her hand, all charm and amusement.]

[adversed]

...is that not acceptable?

[spysinspades]

Of course it is, my dove. Perfectly you.

[adversed]

[There's a beat. Then another.]

...is perfectly me acceptable?

[spysinspades]

Utterly. [Assurance and smile]

[adversed]

[It's Good. It gets her inching slightly closer, face pressing infinitely carefully against his shoulder.] ...is everyone acceptable?

[spysinspades]

[A stroke to her cheek.]

Indeed. AS long as their themselves.

[Probably. Usually. David was used to accepting the outcasts.]

[adversed]

...then... why do Tegan and Ilya want t' change me?

[She and Isaac were... Wrong, in some way, surely.]

[spysinspades]

I couldn't possibly say.

[Except he would and he will.]

Some people just don't understand.

[adversed]

Understand?

[spysinspades]

That's it's all home already.