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Warren's in the bar.

Well technically he's on the stairs, but he will be in the bar soon.

...

Okay, now he's in the bar.

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Uh. No.

...It was in her for more than a week before Harvey slipped up and blew his cover.

"...And you were totally hinting all that time and I didn't get it because I'm a bigfatmeathead, right? Great."

-- no, I mean --

I didn't know.
For more than a week it had her and I didn't know.

Warren smiles gently.

"Andrew? Come back from the guilt safari. It's not your fault. How could you know?"

*He looks away.*

Yeah, I guess. The bug's a good actor. Never broke character. Had me fooled.

*bitterly* Not like that's hard.

Warren reaches across the table to pat Andrew on the head.

"Now, now. You're just blonde."

But Warren is not blonde, and a thought occurs.

"So...wait it was in her when you...two.."

...Oh God...

*Andrew looks at the tabletop, and nods wordlessly.*

"Um. Um. Dude?" Warren asks, hoarsely.

*He looks up.*

"Y...u...are you...um?"

We've, uh ... we've been talking about it.

I mean, not about it. Kind of around it.

"Um. And. You...specifically."

Inside Warren's cringing.

...specifically?

*He's not following Warren's train of thought here. He's not sure he wants to.*

"Are. You. Okay? You, Andrew."

Uh. Still on the guilt safari, I think.

"O...kay. Uh. Why don't you hop in the jeep and drive back? It's...it's okay. Okay?"

Warren's not sure it is okay (did Andrew technically have sex with a guy?) but...he would very much like Andrew to be okay.

"Do you...wanna...talk?"

*He kind of does.*

I slept with her. While she was mind-controlled.

There's a word for that.

We're not getting past that anytime soon.

Warren swallows.

"Andrew you didn't know. And you didn't do it to her. This isn't like...that."

I know. And --

it's stupid, but --

"You...still feel..."

Yes, Warren knows the feeling. He doesn't know what to do about the feeling...

I feel like I was ... you know.

Used.

*He doesn't say the word "raped." Possibly Warren hears it anyway.*

And that's stupid, because -- I mean, I was there, it wasn't --

Warren looks surprised.

"You..."

He was expecting 'Meg and Meg and blah blah blah Megcakes'. Not Andrew. Because Andrew should never be...used that way. Andrew is...

"Oh."

-- I mean, it was -- it was something good, you know? Something good and, and new, and --

-- and then it was all a lie. It's like, I thought she was there with me, and instead she was a prisoner miles away and that bastard bug was using her body for his sick little joke on stupid blind Andrew --

-- and she got to watch --

*His jaw's clenching, and his fingernails scrape against the table suddenly.*

Warren pushes Andrew's hand back, gently.

"Andrew...don't. I'm sure she...wanted to be there with you."

That's just it. I don't know. I'll never know --

It was the first time.
We won't ever get that back.