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So, Anita's been busy.

In the meddlesome, over-protective, annoying way she usually is, but she has been busy.

However, at the moment, she is preparing to step back through the door to St. Louis. She had spent most of the time with her pard and Damian, but had run across Richard a couple of times. Tense, as usual, and the conversation always short-lived. She was always chasing after someone, needing to be somewhere else.

Tonight, though, she's seated in a booth, readying herself to go back to the city.

To go back, tell Jean-Claude about this place, and drag his ass back somehow.

But, before she does that, she's hoping to talk to a couple of people.

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"Oh, yeah, 'cause Bert and the others would love to see my 'family' displayed on my desk at work," she snorts.

His brow raised over his mug as he took a sip. "You ever really cared what they thought before?"

Anita shrugs.

"Maybe it's that I care now. I don't know. It just seems... strange to have those sort of photos on my desk."

"Even if it'd make you chuckle if you could capture a truly shocked picture of Jean-Claude?" That didn't involve anything to do with danger or council business.

Because causing him to make a shocked face, and Richard really did hope it got under the vampires stoic expression with that window, was cause enough. But to have constant reminder would be better.

Anita chuckles and shakes her head.

"You bring the camera, I'll bring the unflappable vampire."

Richard grins, laughing softly again.

"It's a date."

He can't help the term?

She's not going to argue the term.

Anita watches him, remembering painfully, vividly, why she fell in love with the Ulfric. The easy way Richard laughs -- which has been so rare lately -- and the way his eyes just light up. Her fingers itch to touch his hair, and she wants to curl up next to him, kiss him, be near.

"I look forward to it."

It felt good to laugh, which made it all the more freeing for him. And not currently touching on any subject that might cause an argument helped make it so as well.

His features become a little curious after a moment. The laughter is still there, traced along his features and in his eyes. His hand rests on the table, half way between them and it wasn't there half a second ago. "What?" Because she's watching him.

"I've just... missed you," she dares.

And her eyes do dart to that hand, wondering if he would snatch it back if she touched him. Anita wasn't sure she could handle more rejection from him.

The hand turns, open and palm up when she glances at it. It'd been part of the reason he'd put it there. A less obvious invitation.

"Missed you too," he answers quietly. Even if they tended to end up snipping or arguing half the time. No one could replace Anita for him. It's why she was still Lupa after him dating a fair amount of people.

Anita's hand slides into his.

"Pack doing well?" she asks.

His hand closes around hers, gently.

"Yes. Though I've currently got watch dogs more than bodyguards at the moment." His tone says he can't fault them though. After what he pulled at NiC.

"Watch dogs aren't a bad thing, Richard," she murmurs. "In fact, they wind up being pretty damn necessary."

"When stupid actions are taken?" His tone is trying for light, thumb rubbing lightly over her skin where it rests.

Anita is trying to not take anything too personally at the moment, drinking up the feel of his hand in hers.

"Stupidity has its place, but even well-planned, well-meaning actions take muscle."

Richard had been referring mostly to himself, not Anita with that. It's why he has the watchdog body guards.

"Yes. I know."

She smiles at him.

"You just need to keep yourself and the pack safe. If it means more soldiers, then so be it."

"I've been working on it." It's an ever trying job, especially with the council wanting to interfere with their city so much.

He smiles, soft, and squeezes her hand.

Anita sighs, squeezing his hand in return.

"I know. I'm glad. I really am."

He nods, raising his cup with his free hand to finish the tea.

He's not sure what else to say at the moment, so he stays quiet and just holding onto her hand.

She happy sharing a drink, holding his hand, having the most comfortable conversation and moment with him in a long damn time.

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