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Two pups inna bar, both alike in dignity, in fair Milliways where we lay our scene.

One rather mystified Capulet sitting at the bar trying to figure out what exactly one does with a milkshake.

One rather mystified Castle sitting a few barstools down trying to figure out whether The Swimming-Pool Library really counts as porn or not.

Have at either or both.

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Perhaps I should not have kissed him like that.

He looks at their joined hands.

"Will it always be like this?" he asks quietly.

"No." He's determined to be optimistic. "We just have to...reassure him, or...something."

Little bird.

His eyes remain on Lee's as he calls to Gorlim.

It does not take this long to procure a mirror from Lady Bar.

Gorlim... appears from several booths away, looking like he wants to kick himself. A lot.

"Did I mention," he mutters, "I have NO IDEA where that came from at all and it's nothing either of you did? Namo, look... see if you can find out why?"

He holds up the mirror for Lee.

"It really is SPLENDID."

Námo releases Lee's hand slowly, his fingers tingling.

"I believe you," he replies. "I do not wish to look. If you do not know, you do not know. I cannot force answers from your mind. It tends to be painful for both of us. Melkor--"

He stops and flushes.

"It does look lovely, Lee," he says instead.

"Thanks..."

He glances between the two of them. When Melkor starts getting brought up, he always feels like he should be the one disappearing and leaving them to it.

He looks up at Gorlim.

"Uh-huh."

He plops down next to Lee.

"Just one question. Lee, can medicine make you act strangely? Malcolm said it might." He looks at his brother desperately. "Could it be that?"

A sending, just to Lee.

He supposes it could, though it's a suspiciously convenient explanation and he isn't too inclined to buy it.

"It could. But Gorlim, you can't start blaming everything on the meds, all right?" He rubs his brother's shoulder. "And I wouldn't know one way or the other. I'm not a shrink. You'll have to ask Malcolm about the specifics."

He nods. "I just don't know why else... and Malcolm said it might..."

He grabs his brother suddenly into a breathlessly tight hug, eyes squeezed shut.

He hesitates.

It is a booth, Gorlim. Not much space for group hugging. I am fine over here.

But the distance in the mind-voice says differently, as much as he wishes it didn't.

He fixes him with eyes suddenly full of tears. It's three of them. ALL of them. Always. And he's dumb enough to say things that fuck up something that should have been THEIRS. All of them THREE of them.

He keeps holding on to Lee.

He squeezes Gorlim in return, rubbing his back.

He isn't angry, and doesn't sound angry, but he means it.

Námo looks away from those eyes.

The Vala wants to block out Lee's voice.

But, he doesn't. He can't. He loves them.

Dearly.

He stands up and moves to the other seat, sliding in next to Gorlim, his arms slipping around both men.

He hooks an arm around Namo's neck and clings to Lee and buries his face in his brother's shoulder.

"Now stay. Just like this. This is how it ought to be. US."

"We're going to have to move eventually." His voice is muffled by Gorlim's hair. He continues soothingly rubbing Gorlim's back, and presses a kiss to his forehead.

Directed at Namo alone, a little anxious.

I will be. is his solitary reply.

"Yes. Moving will be necessary."

Pause.

"But not just yet."

For the moment, he could be content.

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