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Life, it seems, had taken on some sort of routine, whether or not that routine was actually preferable. Stay at the... place they were staying at (certainly not home), go out for a few things but mostly patrol, go back. The bar had stopped inserting itself, and while he was grateful to not have to discuss things, he wasn't grateful for the absence.

But his routine had changed in the last few days, mostly because his father had decided he deserved some sort of break. He'd protested, and tried his best not to, but in the end got ushured off because his father was even more stubborn than he was. So it's been a lot less stressful, and now it seems that the bar is inserting itself once more.

Because instead of ending up where he wants to go, he ends up there instead.

He really has no idea if he's grateful or reluctant about it. He supposes he'll just have to decide after sitting here for awhile in a booth, and seeing who comes around.

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"I forgot where we were." Short attention span? Kyle? Never!

"...are we back to being serious again?"

"...I'm not sure anymore."

Connor has to laugh at that. "Do you want to be?"

"You're confusing me!" Accusation!

"Is this new?" Connor asks, before he can stop himself. Er.

"Fine, fine. Go ahead, laugh at my expense," Kyle said as he looked away, sulking.

"Am I laughing?"

Sulk sulk sulk. Kyle cannot answer your call right now because he is too busy sulking.

Instead of conceding to waste time trying to convince Kyle verbally to stop sulking, Connor just pokes him right in the stomach. "Stop."

Kyle twitched a little. No stomach poking! That was not fair. So he kept sulking. Because...he was ticklish and Connor was being unfair! Right. That made perfect sense.

"We're not going to get anywhere if you don't stop, you know," Connor informs him, and pokes again.

Kyle wiggled away from the poking, trying not to squirm.

"Stop poking me," he protested. He was sulking here, not trying to laugh!

"Not until you stop sulking." A perfectly reasonable answer! Accompanied by yet another poke.

He squirmed this time, semi-glaring at Connor.

"That is so unfair," he declared with a sigh, but he exited his sulking mode.

"And yet," Connor says, with just a slight grin, "It worked."

"I am going to get back at you someday," Kyle vowed dramatically before settling down to normal.

"So. Issues. Right."

Connor would respond to that threat, but. They seem to have switched again? "...I think we need to pick a track of conversation and stick to it." As this was just getting slightly confusing.

"I promise to stick to this one?" Kyle offered with a sheepish expression.

"I'm not even sure how to talk about the rest." Not that this had stopped him thus far, apparently, but.

"Just...say what comes off the top of your head?" He suggested. Even if it was confusing, you usually worked it out.

Connor gives him a wry smile. "You probably don't want to hear that one."

"Why not?" Kyle asked, puzzled.

Connor shakes his head. "Just... a moment to gather my thoughts?" Maybe figure out what he -should- say, rather than opposed to what he -wanted- to say.

Kyle nodded. He didn't mind giving Connor a bit of time and space.