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[OOM: Parker takes Lawrence back with him and they go to Mexico on business here. Warnings for language and violence.]

Parker walks in, looks surprised for a minute and glances behind him to make sure that Lawrence is following. Then he moves to a booth and sits.

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Of course he's following.

He slides into the booth, glad that Longbaugh didn't somehow follow, and sits next to Parker but not against him.

"That was Mexico," Parker says.

"So it was."

He gives him a look.

"What," Parker asks, flat, barely a question.

"You were what? Worried that I would be upset you shot him?"

He fixes his eyes on Parker's face. "I have shot more people than you will ever count, Parker."

"I shot him because he pissed me off," Parker says. "He wasn't even armed."

"And you're worried I think that's ... what? Wrong?" His hand is snaking out, curling at the nape of Parker's neck.

"Don't you?" Parker asks.

"I understand the reasoning behind it. It's beneficial."

He lets the hand wander across the curve of Parker's jaw. "I wish you wouldn't assume things."

Parker leans in and says, "That's my life. Every day."

He brushes his lips over Parker's mouth.

"It is interesting, to say the least." No condemnation.

Pulling back, Parker watches and says, "That was Longbaugh."

He furrows his brows.

"Yes, I know."

"I told you he wouldn't like you," Parker says.

"I suppose not. But his opinion isn't the one that matters."

His other hand trails down and a finger slips down the middle of the palm of Parker's shooting hand.

Parker watches and sighs, the touch strangely intimate. Being home made this feel less like something he had to hide, something he'd imagined out of desperation.

"What do you think?"

He traces the arches and curves of his palm.

"I think that it is something you are good at, and if you trust your partner in such things, all the better."

Lawrence would rather have Parker happy and running drugs than miserable and doing something he hated.

Parker relaxes more, feels himself slouching a little.

"I do trust him," Parker says.

A slight nod.

"Then that is what matters." Not what Lawrence thinks about Longbaugh, about the drugs.

"I trust you, too," Parker says this softly.

This time his hand curls in Parker's and he brings them up to his lips, brushes his mouth overtop his fingers.

"Good."

Parker sighs a little, relaxes.

"But do you believe it?"

"Yes." He moves in to kiss Parker properly, keeping their hands together for now.

It's better like this.

They kiss like it's comfortable, hands touching like they're young lovers, like they're able to do this.

Parker leans his forehead against Lawrence's when they're done.

And Lawrence wraps his arms around Parker, kissing his earlobe and then guiding them upstairs.

Young lovers, practically.

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