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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara.

Coffee.

Paradoxes. A bar of chocolate came with them, but she put it back.

Notebook.

Bother.

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[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

How about a brother?

He may not be the cheeriest person to be around, but he's there.

With mineral water and toast. He's not eating much, but he makes a point to eat enough that Sara doesn't have to get after him about that. Much.

[lvpd_sidle]

She still reserves the right to. And she already bullied him into letting her cut his hair, so at least he looks a bit better.

"Hey, you."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

He's also shaved what little facial hair he can grow. His clothes are clean if a bit baggy on him.

"Hey." He gives what might be an apologetic smile. "How's it going?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"I can't really complain about anything. Want a paradox?"

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

He's a bit wary of them. But he takes one, and just kind of looks at it for a moment. Murphy ofte had paradoxes when they sat in the bar. He gnaws on his cheek.

[lvpd_sidle]

"To me they taste like onion rings," she says with a shrug. "Can vary from person to person, though." Her voice goes gentle. "And you do need to eat a bit more."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." He turns the paradox over in his hands. He's not sure it's going to make much difference, but he takes a bite. "Yeah. Onion rings. Without the grease."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Never cared for the grease, myself." The notebook is open and there are random scribbles on it. Some dealing with locations in New York. A list of names is under it.

Some things require grand announcements, others don't. She covers the hand resting on the table with her own, ring glinting in the light.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

It takes a moment. His eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be. He doesn't catch every detail anymore. But this doesn't escape his notice, and his eyes go wide and his head snaps up to look at her, in her eyes.

There is genuine happiness for her, instant and complete. But behind it, guilt and shame. He doesn't remember the name Sara mentioned weeks ago, doesn't even know if it's the same guy.

[lvpd_sidle]

She sees the guilt and shame, but does not comment on it. Instead, she tells him about the nightmare she'd had and Mark getting her out of it, the proposal, the few plans they'd set.

"There will be a ceremony here," she says quietly towards the end, "and I'd love for you to be there."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"You know I wouldn't miss that." He turns his hand under hers, so it's palm to palm, and gently squeezes her hand. "Just tell me when and I'll be there. With bells on."

[lvpd_sidle]

"More than bells, I hope," she says a bit dryly, teasing, squeezing back. "Won't be til after the first of the year, at least. We haven't decided anything more than that--but I'm not being given away."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Just giving yourself to him." A nod. "Him I haven't met."

Another squeeze of her hand. "We need to do something about that."

[guppy_sandhu]

Someone didn't ignore their chocolate.

He's currently on his third attempt to walk along the bit of wood at the back of a booth.

[lvpd_sidle]

".........Guppy?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Wait a sec I nearly did it this ti..." the distraction is sufficient for him to wobble and fall off, with a crash from behind the seat.

[lvpd_sidle]

".............why were you doing that?"

[guppy_sandhu]

He reappears from behind the booth, dusts himself down and slicks his hair back with one hand.

"I dunno. Seemed like a cool idea at the time."

[lvpd_sidle]

"...........okay, you've either lost your mind or you've been affected by whatever's going around this time."

[guppy_sandhu]

He comes over and jumps over the arm of the chair to sit in a typical teenage position, i.e. sort of slopped on.

"Nothing wrong with my mind thank you." he says, pulling a bar of chocolate out of his pocket and breaking into it.

"Do you want some? Great stuff this."

[lvpd_sidle]

"................no."

[guppy_sandhu]

A shrug as he munches away at it, then stuffs the wrapper into a pocket... full of wrappers.

"All the more for me then. How are you?"

He proceeds to comb his hair in the reflection of a spoon.

[lvpd_sidle]

"I'm wondering why you're acting like you're fourteen," she says matter-of-factly.

[guppy_sandhu]

A scowl.

"Am not!"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Case in point. I....think you've had too much chocolate," she says on a hunch.