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Uh, wow. Only one of us has had to lay low in cheap hotel with mysterious burns, so who's trouble now?

[ Yeah. Yeah, she went there. If he's going to keep giving her lip -- the sass kind, not the smooch kind -- then she isn't going to just sit there and take it forever. ]

[well, there falters his smile. and not for the reason she may think. that...hn.]

...that's the other reason I'm here, I suppose. I had a conversation with the other party.

Couldn't have been too bad, since you don't need emergency medical attention.

... Do you? If you're bleeding internally or something, I swear to god!

[at that? he actually laughs a bit, honestly so.]

No, no- he was as wary of me as I was of him. [and he grows serious] He, and his friends...they said that something had been affecting him. Something in his head.

But you'll probably be glad to know I gave back the microbots. No more crawlies. [yes, he knows you didn't like them very much.]

[ GOOD. Fuck those things, they are weird and gross and gross and weird. ]

What kind of something?

[ Now he's piqued her professional curiosity. ]

They're only so sure, though Hiro described it like a fog in his head. Some sort of influence, but...it brings up more questions than it answers.

[hey, look. drinks. he'll be taking his first sip, because if he's going to go any further in to this, he could definitely use it.]

Yeah, that's ... Not super helpful. Has he been taking medication? Or not taking it? There's a million different things that could do it.

Not that I know of.

[and he's quiet a moment, running a finger around the edge of the glass, looking in to the liquid before back up towards Harley and lowering his voice]

I trust you, so I'm going to tell you something, but it doesn't leave the two of us. Mainly because I think he's just looking for someone to blame, and it doesn't make any sense but...he was seeing Doctor Crane. And he's insistent that he had something to do with it.

Ugh! Crane! I'm sick to death of that man.

[ She taps her fingernails against the side of her glass, frowning at the counter. ]

Look, just because it doesn't make sense, don't discount it outright. People are a lot more intuitive than we get credit for. Especially when it comes to threats.

[ And then she brightens up again. ]

I have a lot of books about it, if you want to read up on the subject!

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[...huh. that's not quite the response he expected. is there something to it?]

I just can't figure out what he'd have to gain by it.

[he'll take another sip, letting it sit in his mouth before swallowing]

I won't say no. It could be interesting. [if it doesn't give him a headache]

Remind me tomorrow and I'll bring 'em by after my appointments. I promise you don't need a psych degree to get it.

[ Aaand subject changed. She is seriously so sick of Crane and his stupid work ruining everything. ]

I appreciate that. I never understood that kind of science- give me robots over people any day. [he'll accept the change - after all, he came here to be distracted, and mulling over it all doesn't really help with that]

Hmm. [ She arches a brow and gives him a slow, considering, hungry look. ] Agree to disagree.

[oh, he's gotten used to that kind of look. and kind of just shakes his head...smiling broadly] Pleasant company excluded. At this rate, I'm going to get too comfortable with you.

[ She leans in at that, pressing against his side and waggling her eyebrows ridiculously. Heyyyy. ]

Really? You promise?

[yeah, he kind of asked for that, didn't he. but he laughs a bit again, and reaches to put his arm around her]

I still don't know what you think you're going to get out of this. Well, I have an idea, but I just hope you're not expecting anything life-shattering.

[ Oho, what's this? Progress?? Nice. ]

I've told you, I just think it would be a good time.

[he willingly returned affectionate physical contact Harley zomg]

Only if you're willing to put up with someone extremely out of practice.

[and willingly continued the conversation trail. on his first scotch.]

[ What. What. Is this really happening? Hahaha yessss ]

I'm sure you're still good with your hands.

[ So kissing is on the table, right? It's gotta be, he wouldn't be entertaining the line of thought unless he at least wanted to kiss her, right? It better be fine, because it's happening now. ]

Edited 2015-07-13 11:34 (UTC)

[well that moved quickly but in hindsight he should know by now that if you give Harley an inch

well

yeah.

there seems to be a bit of surprise, which cuts off what could/would have been his response. he's not quite stiff, but he doesn't seem quite certain of how to respond, here, a bit of color in his face when she moves away.]

...huh.

[ain't he verbose, reaching up to touch his lips as if to assure himself that yes, that did just happen]

[ ... Okay, well, she was hoping for a ... more enthusiastic reaction. Oh crap, she broke him. Did she break him? Waves a hand in front of his face. ]

Hello? You okay?

[he'll just kind of bat at her hand he's fine he's fine]

I'm fine. I just- remember what I said about it having been a while?

[meanwhile, the bartender just facepalms]

[ She leans against the bar and smirks at him. ]

No kidding! Do you need a walk through?

[

~~fuck it, yolo~~]

How about another try?

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Sure.

[ She leans in and stops just short of contact. If he wants it, he'll have to come and get it. ]

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