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Milliways. Jack is back, and has never looked happier, possibly. He's at the bar coming up with a list of things he thinks he needs. It's not very practical.

Oh well, the intentions are good. And he'd welcome company before he goes again, because he might not be back for a while.

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A sister, though? Would he welcome a sister?

Because that's what he's getting.

"It's been a while."

"Hello," he says with a smile, because nothing could stop him smiling right now.

"It has. Are you still in India."

"Yeah. Probably leaving soon, though."

She eyes him. "You seem...happy."

"Parker and I are moving back to Italy."

The huge unspoken 'Together' in his voice is the best part. That's right, lady, they moved in. Jack somehow coninved his handsome, passionate, desperately wonderful boyfriend to move in with him. He's not sure what he did right along the way, but it worked.

"Oh, that's good."

And then the 'Parker and I' really registers. She does a slight doubletake, and "Together?"

"Together."

He lets his voice sit in the word. Tastes it, lets it linger. The way it feels.

"Hmm," is all she says, slightly disapproving.

He arches an eyebrow, amused.

"You disaprove?"

"He's rough."

She shakes her head. "I wouldn't have matched him to you."

"What do you picture my lover as?"

He leans against the bar, folding his arms and resting his chin on them.

"Someone... quiet?"

"Someone quiet and cultured and not him, Jack, honestly."

She frowns. "Are you quite sure about it?"

"You should meet Andrei, you would like him."

He tilts his head, lets his eyes close.

"I love Parker, though."

"Andrei?"

She shrugs, at that. It's his choice.

Still, there will be Words with Parker later on.

If Jack knew, he'd discourage that vehemently.

"My old choreographer. You would like him."

Yes, well, he doesn't know. And it'll stay like that.

"I should meet him."

"Maybe you could come to dinner in Italy some time. You saw the ballet he did. He is the one who really taught me dancing properly."

Jack adores him.

"He does sculpting now."

"An artist-type." She smiles, a little. "Dinner with you and Parker?"

"No."

Just.

"You and I."

"Aw, now, I'm hurt."

D:!

"Fire," he says, but through a laugh,

"You know better than that. If you ever need money, you could meet Andrei if you liked, he sometimes offers people he's interested in to be sculpted."

"That'd be nice," she admits. "For when I move out of India."

"I will ask him, and when you feel like it, come to me."

He'll arrange it.

"I will."

She glances around, makes a small face. "And the apartment? What should I do with it?"

"Tell the landlord you are going, and pack your things. Give the mattress to a shelter, please."

There you go.

"I will."

He gets a curious glance, but she doesn't ask why he won't stay there again.

"Keep your glass safe, or if you have nowhere to put it I can bring it to the kitchen in Italy. If you do not mind, of course."

He likes those things.

"I don't really have anywhere to keep it," she admits. "I'll bring it to you."

"Thank you."

He smiles, and pictures the window.

"I like our home there."

"Tell me about it?"

"It has windows. On the top floor, unfortunately, with no elevator."

He doesn't mind.

"With a bed now, and towels."

"What will you do for money?"

Jack may not need it as much, but Parker will.

"I dance in the ballet, again."

He gets paid well enough to see to his needs.

"I'll have to come and see you."

The first performance was good, very good.

"I will tell you when the show is, of course."

He loves people coming.

"Which is it, this time?"

"Swan Lake."

Classical, beautiful.

"I will be there, then."

For Swan Lake? Always.

It's a ballet that's never overdone.

"That was the first one I ever saw. Back in Winnipeg."

"Was it any good?"

The first time, she means.

"Beautiful. Lethe was with me, you met her."

She was terrible to her.

"Sort of. We didn't really talk."

She smiles faintly, "You've got a lot of interesting friends, Jack."

"Aye. But I should be getting off, you know."

He stands, and inclines his head politely.

"With Parker waiting."

"Tell him I said hi."

She smiles, standing as well. "Take care, Jack."

"Thank you."

He may not tell him, to be fair, but he appreciates it.

"I will see you soon."

And out he goes.

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