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Castle in the bar. Unlike his mun, he is not suffering from a violent stomach flu, and has not been going to bed every night at 8:30.

So he's just draped over his usual couch, playing with Zeke the cat. Bother at will.

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He does not take the glas sback from him, only continues to watch him.

"I know you did not say it, but I wanted you to know. And they are his friends. He loves them dearly. Desires Random," he says, almost bitterly. "But it is his choice. Time apart is supposed to ... help relationships."

"It's damn stupid of him," Lee slurs, just as bitterly. "But whatever. He'll be back and then I can yell at him. Idiot."

He pushes the glass aside, still having some sense left.

Námo then sips the wine again.

"Why would you yell at him?" Pause. "He left a note."

"Oh, yeah, some note that'll be, eh? 'Dear Lee. Running off to go live with a psychotic drug lord and his swishy boyfriend. Weather is nice. Lots of pineapple pizza. Wish you were here, but not really, so don't try to visit, 'cause Ramon will shoot you. Love, your brother.'"

This is rather difficult to understand, but he hasn't had that much wine.

"Why not simply go to the bar and ask for the note, rawen?" he asks patiently. "And I was under the impression it was you, not he, who did not wish the other around them."

"Don't want to read the note. I shouldn't have acted like I didn't want him around. Now Ramon's going to get him addicted to crack or some shit." He slumps against the back of the booth.

His eyes flash.

"Ramon would not dare, Lee." He closes his eyes and leans his head back. "He felt rejected by you and smothered by me." The Vala's laugh is humouorless. "Someday, I will learn whatever lesson about love I am currently missing and everything will fall into place."

"That could take a while," murmurs Lee, drunkenly contemplative. "I sure as hell never figured it out."

"Now you have an eternity to learn it."

He sighs, finishing the Atlantean just as another glass was placed in front of him.

"He also left you a gift," he murmurs, playing with the new glass.

"Shouldn't have," says Lee, a little anxiously. "What did he leave me?"

"I do not know that," he replies. "It is a gift that has to do with Valentine's Day."

He would not say how disappointed he had been that Lee was remembered with such a gift. But he supposes Gorlim felt Lee needed such reassurance... while Námo... didn't.

"Just... go get the damned note and gift," he says darkly. "Do not let it sit there. He worries for his relationship with you, thinks you no longer love him, and I cannot tell him what is off in his mind because I promised you I would not."

"Don't make me do it right now," says Lee pleadingly. He does not feel up to dealing with the guilt.

He waves a hand.

"As you wish, lover."

Námo dangles his fingers for Zeke to play with.

"Would you like to stay with me while he is away?" he asks haltingly.

Zeke licks his hand and bats at the fingers, nudging up under them for a scritch.

Lee, though drunk, does not have to think too hard about this. "Sure would."

He scritches the cat, smiling down at him -- though the smile is more from Lee's immediate response than the cuteness of the kitten.

"I love you," he says suddenly, raising his gaze to meet Lee's. "And I have missed you."

He leans against Namo's shoulder. "I'll try not to be so scarce." Pause. His head is spinning. "Well--obviously I'm not going to be, since I'll be staying with you, so nothing to worry about, eh?"

The Vala chuckles, tilting Lee's head ever-so-slightly so that he can kiss him.

I am sure you could manage to be scarce for most hours of the day until the need for sleep drove you to my bed reluctantly...

Even the bond-voice sounds drunk, and quite genuinely confused. He smiles and kisses Namo back.

You are drunk, lover.

He deepens the kiss a little, his hand resting suggestively on his thigh.

Drunk enough not to be thinking about rule #3, though, which is why Namo might have to take the initiative there if something doesn't jog Lee's memory. Like an arrest.

He leans his head against Namo's shoulder and laughs.

He smiles.

If you are not that drunk, love, why would you have such a terrible hangover in the morning?

His hand clenches lightly on Lee's thigh.

His leg presses against Namo's on the bench.

His fingers move over Lee's throat as he looks into his face.

You are so lovely, despite your lack of logic.

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