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[OOMs: In a Coruscant art gallery, Atton (after a tiny bit of persuasion) gains himself an ally. On some far flung Outer Rim world, Bob does the same.]

Atton's sitting in a booth, not looking especially pleased with anything, really. His fingers are steepled, and bright blue sparks are jumping from them, and he's frowning. He hasn't stopped frowning for quite a while, really - Trouble seems to keep stacking up.

He's trying to immerse himself in reading a book (the cover appears to just be plain grey, with no markings, so it's difficult to tell what it is) but it's not working so well. The book was meant to be funny, but Atton doesn't much feel like laughing.

Botherable.

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When Gavin walks into Milliways, it's in drab and non-descriptive clothing. He glances around furtively for any familiar females before deciding that the cost is clear. If he doesn't stay for more than a couple of hours, he should be fine.

The worried expression lightens considerably when he spots Atton in a booth. So, after swinging by Bar to pick up a jug of lomin ale, he heads over there. Sneakily.

~~Like ninja~~.

"Hey, Gavin." Sneaking doesn't really work on Atton. ~~Only money.~~

He looks around, mustering a smile for Gavin, stuffing his hands in his pockets for a few moments until his hands stop sparking.
"Got lomin ale for me there?"

"Do you want some oven gloves?"

"Why do you think I got two cups?"

Glancing around again to make sure there isn't anyone else around, he takes a seat across from Atton. The cups are placed on the table before Gavin pours them each a glass. He pushes one towards Atton.

"Here you go."

"Thanks." Atton smiles, leaning over to give Gavin a quick kiss before downing his ale before reaching across to steal Gavin's. It's instinct.

"I'll do without," Atton says flatly. "Have y'seen Sam?"

Gavin smiles at the kiss and then laughs when he realizes his lomin ale isn't in front of him anymore.

"Thief," he accuses as he snatches Atton's in return.

"Oh, yeah?" Atton smiles (again), and it's genuine this time. "Well, you're a ... farmboy. So there." He finishes lamely.

"Yes." Guppy says grimly, leaning over to hug Atton.

"I thought I'd not seen him for a while. Shame we don't get newspaper reports on him."

Atton snorts, slightly.
"I just didn't worry about him. I thought I didn't need to," Atton frowns. "It could be worse. He'll heal, and he's suffered worse, before, I think. And the wounds aren't too bad. I've had worse, I'm ninety-nine percent certain that he has, too. But kriff, he's still had a really rough time of it and I just hate that he was suffering and I couldn't help him and I'm ... I'm rambling, now."

Beat.

"Going to kriffin' kill whoever did this to him. I tried to heal him, but I couldn't. Didn't work."

"My whole family is full of farmers," he replies after a couple of sips of his drink. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I know how you feel, I tried myself but there was hardly anything I could do or he'd let me. I mean, there's all the fancy equipment in the infirmary, but you can't mess around with a healing factor."

Squeezing Atton tight. "I want to too, but I'd just be in your way. We're just going to have to wait until he's feeling better and see what he wants to do."

Then, with a guilty expression. "I wasn't worried. I mean, I'd noticed I hadn't seen him for a few weeks, but... well I guess I was distracted, and selfish."

"Yeah, well, my whole family was ... Probably not full of thieves, but the point stands."

Beat.

"And being a thief is nothing t'be ashamed of either. It's a career with a long and glorious history."

"I don't care what he wants, I'm going with him," Atton snaps. "He let me tend to his wounds, a bit. He let me try t'heal him, even if it didn't do any good."

Atton shrugs.

"I just assumed that he was fine. I mean, he's Sam. Usually he's the one looking after me, like when I got burned out, not the other way around. I figured he just had business in his world and he'd be back just fine - Thought the same about you until I got those newspaper reports."

"If you're good at it," Gavin points out, raising an eyebrow. "Because if not, it's going to be a very short and not so glorious career."

"I am good at it, though." He points at Gavin's lomin ale. "See? Stole that from you."

Gavin holds up Atton's glass. "So? I took this one from you."

"Pfft. Only because I let you."

"Of course."

That smile on his face says otherwise.

Guppy fidgets.

"I'm sorry, I thought the newspaper thing would be a good idea. I can tell Bar not to do that again if you want."

Looking up. "Could I act as a lookout or something? I want to help but apart from the first aid I administered last night, there's not a lot that falls in my line of expertise."

"Oh, y'think I couldn't take it back from you if I wanted to?"

"I doubt Sam would want to take you, Guppy. I mean, I wouldn't want you to be there - You can't fight, you might get hurt."

He nods, holding the glass tightly in his hand. "I think you've gotten lazy in this relationship. Your ale stealing days are over, Atton."

"Excuse me? Lazy? I can think of a whole bunch of times where y'wouldn't've dreamed of calling me 'lazy.'" The grin he gives Gavin is quite possibly filthy enough to rival Jack Harkness' grins.

"I know, but I want to help." he says. "You guys sorted out my problems. And I'm learning to defend myself, I'm getting better."

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