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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Today Archie is not on duty. Today he is sprawled happily on one of the couches with his tea and a book. He looks mighty comfy. He looks like he might enjoy some company.



((OOM: And the mun is off to work. Will tag from there. Slowtimes are Love.))

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Yes you are."

No debating.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She sets her jaw. She had hoped that a calm statement of fact would work, but clearly that's not to be*

You don't know him.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie eyes her calmly, sipping his tea.

"No, but I know you"

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Hardly.

You've met me a couple times and...

Archie, I was thrown in the brig here for shooting someone!

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"And I put myself in the brig because I tried to shoot someone. For no less reason than you had."

He shakes his head.

"No matter, just because I don't know your entire life's story doesn't mean I don't have a picture of your character."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

You are so frakking trusting sometimes, it scares me.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"I am as trusting as I need to be. My last ship was one of those where you could trust no one but yourself. I wasn't quite fond of that place."

He eyes her.

"I may be trusting, but I am not a fool."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

I never said you were. Only...why?

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Why trust people? Because I like to believe that people are worth of it until they prove themselves oherwise. I choose not to be bitter and jaded."

Though he could be, he's got reason to be, but that isn't who he is.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Lucky you.

*She is*

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He knows.

"I've as much reason to be as most, but I don't see the point in it. It is rather a waste of energy."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Or a way of life.

*She gestures to his glass*

What're you drinking?

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"It is only because of that that you are convinced that you aren't worthy of your Lee."

He shrugs a little, looking down at his cup.

"Tea. Nothing interesting."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Not my Lee. Maybe Dee's Lee. Starting to look like it.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Still your Lee, no matter who he's with. He was still your Lee when you were only frends, wasn't he?"

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*A smile twitches her mouth*

Yeah.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Then why should something change that?"

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Well, 'cause it's fine for him to be my Lee when he isn't anybody else's Lee. Little more complicated when he's involved with someone else...

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"If you say so."

He watches her for a moment.

"But it seems to me that he is somebody elses mostly because you told him that it could never be that way. Most men don't take rejection well. Trust me on this."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

I didn't!

I did. But, I had to.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Why?