milliways_bar | Outside in the woods and by the lake, evening

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Outside in the woods and by the lake, evening

There is a big friendly dog rambling through the forest, followed by an equally big human (on whom the jury is still out in relation to friendliness).

Urquhart is spending much of this summer outside, walking with the dog, fishing, thinking, building fires to roast what he caught. There are nights in which he doesn't come back to the bar at all, sometimes several in a row.

Tonight is such a night.

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"It doesn't matter in the slightest," Urquhart says, "as long as he leaves you alone. His opinion is immaterial."

"He mainly does. It depends if I catch his attention."

"I hope he won't throw it after you any more," Urquhart says, "let alone you catching it."

"I'd appreciate that. I don't need any other troubles to worry about."

"Let's just forget the Ostrogoth," Urquhart says. "And that vampire lady, as we're at it. I haven't seen her at all in this incarnation."

Moist nods, he'd rather not think about Lady Margolotta and finds some comfortable trousers and slippers to wear.

Urquhart gives a little chuckle about the slippers.

They are so very -- so very Discworld, in a way.

He enjoys his comfort, "When should we expect dinner?"

"Soon," Urquhart says. "You can't hurry trout. They're done when they're done."

"Mm, true, this is good coffee but we'll want some wine with dinner."

"Yes, they're bringing some," Urquhart says, "I made sure of that!"

"Good," He sits and enjoys his coffee and feeling clean.

Urquhart stands behind him and rubs his shoulder, still wondering if this means he cares, or if he just does it because it's what you do if you...

If you what? If you want sex later, or if you -- care, again?

There's a knock at the door and Moist stands up, Urquhart is being quiet and watching him in a way he's not sure what to make of.

Urquhart gets the trout (served with potatoes, parsley butter, and a salad) and the white wine from the rats, and sets it all on the table, pouring the wine.

He wants Moist to enjoy and like this. Is that really all that is to 'caring'?

"This looks wonderful. Thank you. Have you been doing a lot of fishing?"

"Oh yes," Urquhart says, sitting down. "I've been outside with Franz a lot, fishing and hunting and walking and so on. This is, after all, meant to be Scotland."

"Ah, and that's what should be done in Scotland?"

"It's what we do in Scotland in the summer," Urquhart says., grinning.

Moist isn't sure of a good answer to that as he's oddly reminded of his grandfather talking about how things are done in Uberwald.

Urquhart sips his wine. He finds he doesn't mind the way Moist is quiet for a bit, busy with his own thoughts.

Hopefully not anything worrisome...

The food is good and Moist hasn't eaten for most of the day so he focuses on it, this seems decently comfortable.

He just hopes that Urquhart won't start going on about what he can do to help, that was awkward.

Suddenly, Urquhart leans over and kisses him.

Moist smiles into the kiss, this will work.

Urquhart sits back again, sips his wine, and grins.

Too much introspection and not enough kisses is probably a bad idea. After all, nobody ever cut open a person and found a soul inside. Or a feeling.

But touching flesh to flesh is real.

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