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"Hi there," Gil pauses beside him. "You look a little less strained than you did the last time I saw you."

He studies David with concerned affection.

He looks up and smiles softly.

"Yes, sorry... I was lost in my own head last time, wasn't I? (translation: Gmail's a bitch)"

"That's all right," Gil says, touching his shoulder and feeling the tenseness. "I understand that some bad things happened - but that they sort of had to." He shakes his head. "I know it doesn't make it any easier, though. I'm sorry David."

{ooc: don't feel singled out, gmail does it to us all]

He pulls Gil down into a cuddle.

"I know they had to. I just... I wanted the best for Charlie."

Gil breathes deeply and rests his forehead against the side of David's head. Cuddling up to him he winds one arm around his chest and uses the other to tease soothingly through his hair.

"I know - and you can bet so does Charlie. I'm not sure exactly what happened - I got the story through bar gossip and rather garbled rat's tales but it sounded to me as though Charlie was put in an impossible position. And that man did try to take Seth." He sighs. "I'm sad that charlie felt he had to do what he did. And I'm sad that you're sad."

He nuzzles David's cheek, a little scared that if he kisses he might automatically try to kiss his mouth.

"Do you think the Bar will ever be a happy place again, David?"

{ooc: and now it's Yahoo's turn!]

He nods.

"As happy as it ever was, Gil, my dear. It seems to be very... morose, almost all the time. If one person's happy, another must be upset."

A sigh, and he wraps around Gil, planting his own kiss on his cheek.

"I should very much hope it's happy again."

"Me too," Gil agrees. "But there's always good to offset the sad. Like Sawyer in a tutu - that's a memory that'll stay with me. Oh and my igloo."

He pulls back a little to look at David. "It has melted now - just a sad little pile of slush. But there are memories still to cherish."

He strokes Gil's hair.

"Sorry to hear about the igloo. Did you let it melt, or did it do it without your permission?"

"We let it," Gil says, falling automatically into faun-grooming mode, eyes closing blissfully as he combs David's hair and feels David's hand on his. "It was time for it to go - I could have kept the spell going but that would have meant the grass there couldn't grow. I looked this morning and there - not far from where the entrance was - is a clump of primroses just coming out. Spring comes quickly as a compensation and those bushes will be nicely watered and grow into a little thicket. I can make a little den in there for the summer where Sooty and I can play. More memories to look forward to."

He sighs and says, after a deep breath. "Is Loki all right? I haven't seen him or Yamino for - oh ages!"

"Sounds like it'll be a nice little patch for you to tend, and I'm sure that Ostara will show her appreciation."

He nuzzles Gil's neck, smothering him in kisses.

"They're fine. Yamino and Echo just... enjoying their time together, Loki... as bright as always," he says fondly. "Did you see the ring he made for me?"

"Who's Ostara?" Gil asks, tilting his head with a sigh. He doesn't care really, he just wants to stay and be 'Davided' for a little while.

"I'm glad that Yamino and Echo are so happy and no you haven't shown me your ring. Which reminds me, we found something in Sooty's world that might amuse you and Loki but Sooty will give that to you both sometime. God to God, so to speak."

He can't resist just a tiny kiss and nibbles the tendon in David's neck before adding. "Show me then. Let's see?"

"Call yourself a wizard, Gil," he says with a smile. "Ostara's the goddess of Spring and rebirth."

He arches his neck with a grin and a small laugh as he disengages just enough to show Gil the pearlescent ring with the inlaid firestone.

"Made it from my feather."

"Oh, that is pretty," Gil says admiringly. "And much less fragile than a feather."

He runs his hand up David's back to his shoulders, thinking wistfully of those marvellous black feathered wings and is rather glad that David's psychic powers are so selective.

"Gods are so clever," he says. "Don't you wish you could - I don't know. Give something back? I know I do. But mortals can't really. I mean, what does a God want with a cup of nicely brewed coffee when they can conjure something far better on their own. It's very frustrating."

"You make damned good coffee, Gil. And I'm sure Loki appreciates your cooking skills."

He nuzzles into Gil's neck. "And... you do give something back. Your little patch? One of Them will appreciate that."

"Ostara," Gil says thoughtfully. "Oh Easter! We did different names in Comparative Religion at school. Yes, her. She might like the primroses but I don't think Loki has ever eaten my cooking."

The thought of the Trickster God still makes Gil's blood run cold - because that is one name he remembers from classes. That 'his' Loki, the evil murderer of kind Balder who started Ragnarok just to see if it could be done, is from a different continuum from the Loki beloved of David, who hurt Sooty so bitterly, isn't immediately apparent. A god is a god is a god.

It is only because this is David that Gil adds, "But he'll be able to at my room warming. I'm going to make something nice."

He hugs David one last time. "Us working boys had better get along." He nibbles his neck again - just because it's there. "Have a nice evening."