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There is a Lawrence.

He is half-slouched on the couch with a flat surface in front of him, idly scribbling on a grid-type paper with coloured inks. He is in fact making a map.

Yes, from Memory. It will be surprisingly accurate.

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He blinks quite innocently.

"And what look would that be, Nicholas?" Another sip of his tea.

"Lawrence."

I'm well aware of how innocent you are. Or rather, aren't.

"Nicholas."

It doesn't mean he isn't very good at faking when he wants to be! With those big blue eyes and all...

Nick's got his own big blue eyes.

"I've missed you."

That's not surprise written across his face. No, of course not.

He grins. "And I you, of course."

He rolls his eyes.

"Do sit a little closer."

He's gotten used to his friends practically sitting in his lap. He doesn't expect anything of the like from Lawrence, but a little closer might be nice.

And he gets an eye roll back.

In fact, just for that bit...Lawrence shifts himself - and all his supplies, which really is a skill - down, so that he is slouched against Nick, his board set at an angle and resting on his bent knees.

"I do hope I'm not too close."

He chuckles low in his chest for a moment before rolling his eyes.

"Oh, no. Just fine."

"Excellent."

He doesn't go back to the whole mapmaking thing, though.

It would be difficult.

"You know, I haven't come downstairs so much for ages."

He quirks a brow.

"I do hope that this new trend has something to do with me."

"No, you see. They've been serving this new brand of blood."

A sideways look.

"Yes, Lawrence."

And the tone is longsuffering in a teasing sort of way.

He snorts.

"I was not aware that blood in fact came in brands."

"It doesn't."

"Ah, of course." He sets the mapmaking supplies to the side and leans a bit more firmly on Nick.

"It is good, at any rate, to see you coming downstairs more often."

He chuckles.

"Good for me as well. I... tend to brood when left to my own devices."

"Counterproductive." He points out, shaking his head.

"I assure you that I know from experience." How long had he sulked after Deraa?

"As do I, but it doesn't seem to change the fact that it happens."

"The best way to conquer such things, I find, is to get a ... distraction."

Smirk? What smirk?

"And are you offering one?"

There is something to his expression that says he should like to wipe the smirk off his face in the nicest way possible.

He licks his lips.

"Perhaps I am, Nicholas."

"Then perhaps I might accept."

"Excellent, then."

He goes about packing up his maps rather calmly, taking his time.

He laughs.

"Very prompt, aren't we?"

"Have you known me not to be prompt, Nicholas?"

An arched brow.