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[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?

[There's a beat. Then another.]

...is perfectly me acceptable?

Utterly. [Assurance and smile]

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

[A stroke to her cheek.]

Indeed. AS long as their themselves.

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

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

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

I couldn't possibly say.

[Except he would and he will.]

Some people just don't understand.

Understand?

That's it's all home already.

...th' whole world?

Everywhere our feet can reach.