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I would come haunt you, *she informs him sternly. The sternness is perhaps somewhat muted by the fact that she's still clinging desperately.* And not the good kind of haunting. The kind where I, you know, threw things at you from across the room, and stuff.

And then Ray would show up and bust you for poltergeisting, *Andrew mumbles into her hair.*

I don't think I like this plan.

Only if you reported me, *Meg reminds him.* I mean, I wouldn't be throwing things at anyone else. Only you, for being dumb.

*He just holds her for a moment.*

I love you.

*She tilts her head up, gently kisses the underside of his chin.*

Love you, too.

*A long pause.*

Doesn't mean you come in for any less trouble for being stupid.

Yotz, there goes my foolproof plan.

Clearly not proof against fools. I just punctured it, didn't I?

Yeah, well. Clearly not proof against a certain kind of fool.

*He takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. The aching tension's nearly gone from his muscles.*

*It's not quite gone from Meg's. Absently, he starts rubbing the back of her neck where it meets the shoulders.*

Clearly. The kind that's small and blonde and knows where you live.

*Meg's death-grip around Andrew's back loosens a little as she relaxes, slightly.*

And occasionally lives there with me?

On occasion, *Meg agrees, leaning her head peacefully against Andrew's collarbone.* For a while, anyways.

On the right sort of occasion.

*He looks around idly.*

You know, this looks like a nice sort of occasion.

Can't see anything wrong with this occasion, *Meg agrees.* Not that I can see much, seeing as you're sort of in the way.

*Not that she, you know, minds that.*

I could move.

*He doesn't, though.*

Hard to, *Meg says peacefully,* when you're weighed down by a ballerina.

--nah, ballerinas don't weigh all that much.

*A moment to readjust his grasp, and Andrew gets to his feet with an armful of Meg.*

See?

*Meg's eyes open a little wider in surprise, and she shifts her arms up around Andrew's neck, for a better hold.*

- huh.

*Andrew starts to walk towards the steps, then staggers a bit, then pauses and puts Meg down and clutches at the small of his back.*

--ow ow ow owie.

*Meg giggles heartlessly and lets go of his neck, slipping an arm around his back instead.*

Knew you couldn't keep that up long.

*Andrew staggers exaggeratedly and leans on Meg's shoulder.*

Oh, oh ow my back, oh agony agony, do you think you could help me upstairs?

I don't know, *Meg says dubiously, steering him firmly towards the stairs,* I don't know if I can take your weight without collapsing all over the place.

You're always collapsing all over the place.

*He does lean a little less heavily, though.*

*Meg aims a thwack at him with her free hand.*

Not always.

Okay, maybe twice in the past two days, but that was exceptional circumstances.

*They're halfway up the stairs by now.*

You mean they have non-exceptional circumstances here? I keep missing 'em.