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For years now, he's been the kind of guy to sleep with one eye open. He doesn't trust anyone, sleeps with a weapon in reach, even after a night like the one he and Sin had and it ain't nothin' against her. It's just how he's wired. That don't mean he doesn't wake up with his arm thrown over her, the warmth of her skin seeping in. She's friggin' fun, and he knew he wasn't gonna regret it.

Fuck no. She's got this thing in her tongue that's just... yeah, the memory of it makes him smile right into his pillow.

He might not be much for lyin' around, but he ain't quite ready to get out of bed yet.

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Okay. So. Fucking? Check. Breakfast? Check. Check? Don't need one; he knows what it costs, reaches into his pocket, comes up with a handful of gil that'll more than cover it. HEY, he ain't a complete and utter asshat all the time. If he's gonna take someone to the place where one of his fuck buddies works, he's gonna at least make it worth her while to take good care of 'em. Kind of like an IOU.

And it ain't that he's eager to get rid of Sin or nothin'. If that was the case, he wouldn't have done the whole overnight thing, or at least not the whole friggin' breakfast thing. Nah, he's got his ways. It's just he ain't no good at sittin' still, not for any length of time. Take him to a movie? Friggin' torture: he's up, he's down, he's over to the concession stand, he's sittin' again. The only time he stays still for any length of time is when he's behind the controls of a chopper, 'cause that ain't like sittin' still at all.

But he does take a final sip of his coffee, and he does stand, and he does wink at Daphne, and he does pay good attention to Sin 'cause she can kick his ass or make his hair stand up even worse than it already does with the power of her mind or maybe even make other things stand up, and that's somethin' that's gotta be protected.

"So. Do I get to walk you someplace?" Not 'cause it's a dangerous city out there and he lives in a shit section. Just 'cause he wouldn't mind doin' it, or he wouldn't have offered.

She almost takes him up on it, but it'd be more rude than she really aims to be--sometimes, with people she likes, she's not such a careless bitch all the time--to be walking down a sidewalk one second and the next second be gone without so much as a bye for your trouble. So she shakes her head, standing with him as she downs the last bite of breakfast (and won't need to eat again until dinner with all that).

"Nah. Think I'm gonna head back to my place," she says. It's not meant to say she doesn't want him to know where she lives; he'll find out sooner or later, she's sure. Just that she's going one way, and he likely another. "Tell you what, though, you can walk me to the door and from there if we split, we split," she says, the same way she says it to everyone. It's an equal share of things that way; no one's leading or leaving the other and there's not even potential for awkwardness, not that she'd pay attention to it if there was.

"That's cool."

He's easy: easy to get together with, easy to leave, and he don't mind. And he likes a lady who could take care of herself, 'cause fuck knows he ain't got the time to do it for 'em.

Pleasant as any asshat in his position can be, he walks her to the door. Opens it up, 'cause someone's got to be the gentleman and anyhow his sister don't live far away and if she sees him not doin' it, she'll kick his ass even if Sin don't. And despite the familiarity from a night spent together, he ain't all over her or nothin', not even once they're outside.

He nods in the direction of his place. "I'm goin' that way." It ain't an invitation, just information.

Roughly ninety degrees to the left is the way she nods. "I'll see you around."

She'll wait until she finds a nicely hidden alcove before she ducks away and disappears; it's not flashy, there's no sound or light or anything when she teleports, but it's definitely attention-getting when no one else can do it. But she smiles, once she finds a good place in a dim alley notch between two buildings that have crumbled into each other, and thinks she's definitely going to see if she's free for a couple Saturdays here and there.

"Yeah."

Leaning forward, he gives her what could be one of those awkward see-ya-around kisses to the cheek, but there ain't nothin' awkward about it. It's intentional, plain and simple, and his hand on her arm ain't tight, just friendly, just by way of sayin' thanks for a good time.

He'll see her again.

Sometime.

Maybe.

When he wanders off, he notices the guy he propped up ain't there any more. Good. Guy got on with his day, and so will he. There's no friggin' shortage of things to do.

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