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There is a rather stunned looking man standing in the doorway of Milliways. He hasn't seen the place for almost a year and a half and it's ... exactly as he remembered it to be, even if he spent quite a bit of time insisting to himself that it could have been some elaborate hallucination.

At any rate, more about him. His hair is trimmed, though somewhat touseled, and he appears to be wearing a khaki uniform and heavy overcoat of the same colour. The sleeves are rolled up and he is dirty.

Dusty is perhaps a more accurate term. The thick goggles are a hint at what he's just come from - his motor bike is parked just outside in the background.

He is blinking. "Well, this certainly isn't the motor shop."

It's hard to tell if he's really bothered by this. The grin on his face suggests that it is in fact a smaller blessing than a curse.

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Lawrence laughs softly.

"Yes, quite." He seems in a general better mood.

Even if his uniform is misbuttoned and untidy.

Which she sees, and makes a slight face, brushing it down.

"Where've you been, looking like that?"

"Looking like what?"

He grins. Honestly, it's from nothing remotely sexual - he's secretly a scruffy officer-type. The robes make things like that less obvious.

"All dirty, and buttoned wrong."

Shakes her head, tuts.

"Bad example."

He rolls his eyes.

"Honestly, it's not my fault. Really." He's never been a very good liar.

"I have a problem buttoning my shirts, is that what you're saying?"

"It is."

Shakes her head.

"Honestly, one would think you did it on purpose."

He arches a brow.

"That's preposterous, Mal."

He removes his glasses - there are clear dust marks all over his face but over his eyes.

Oops.

She snickers helplessly.

"I'd recommend cleaning up, a little."

"That so?"

He wipes meaningfully at the dust lining his cheeks and then sets his glasses down calmly on the table.

"Eh - you missed a bit."

Fishes in her pocker for a handkercheif.

"A bit?" The clinging suggests otherwise.

"Nothing horrible happened while I was gone?"

"Mm-hmm."

And shakes her head.

"Got in a minor argument with Sands - oh, and got invited to Earth!"

"Didn't I invite you to Earth already?" But he grins, arching a brow.

"Yep. But I didn't know when you were coming back. He's taking me at the end of the week."

Big grin.

"Who's this, then? A boyfriend of yours?"

He rubs down his shirt a tad.

"Maybe. His name's Aubrey - have you met?"

"Ah, I ... well, it sounds quite familiar."

He doesn't remember exactly, however.

"He's a nice sort. Vampire, like me. I think you'd get along quite well."

There's something.

"I think that we've met, yes."

"Good."

Moves a couple steps forward, hesitating. Not sure how comfortable he'll be with her.

He smiles lightly, reaching over to ruffle her hair again.

"All right, then?"

So she moves amother step closer.

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you."

After a moment, he curls an arm around her shoulder. It's only slightly awkward - but hey, it's been over a year.

"I'm fine. Always, remember?"

Snuggles a little deeper, with only the slightest frown. She misses his robes.

He glances down at her.

"You're going to get quite dirty, Mal." But he's not objecting to the snuggling.