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Okay, he's back. Jittery, (though he knows better than to show it,) and watching the bar from a place in the corner (where he can have his back to a wall) and fingers curled tight around his glass.

But he is here.

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He can't keep his hands off her.

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"I suppose it is."

She sighs against his shoulder in an utterly resigned manner, following the breath with a quick bite.

"As long as they do not put us in separate cells, dear. Would be dreadfully boring."

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The risk isn't worth taking.

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"Of course."

She slides out of the seat easily, waits and arcs her brow.

"Chocolate, dear?"

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He slides arms around her, and lifts her bodily, sweeping her legs out from under her and carrying her cheerfully towards the door.

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She lets out a startled noise - eyes wide before she blinks, frowns darkly.

"What have I told you about my walking abilities, dear?"

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In all the best ways.

He kicks the door to his home open with his foot, and turns sideways so her head doesn't connect with the frame.

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Well, if he's going to be sweet about it.

She grumbles mildly for a few short moments, then lets her smile curve against the skin of his throat.

"Always, sweet thing."

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Through they go, to ice and snow, and the door closes behind them with a snick, cutting off the ringing, echoing sounds his home makes.