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goawayleavemealone) wrote2018-09-25 01:34 pm
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Meanwhile, Back in London
"Right," Pete says as he opens up his flat in Mayfair.
It's not huge by any definition of the word, but it's nice and a bit spacious. The bookshelves are full, and there's a modest record collection on a shelf in the corner, along with an old record player. The kitchen is small, but there's a relatively spacious bathroom, and the two bedrooms are next to each other, his own bedroom unkempt, but nowhere near the levels he used to keep his personal spaces back when they were first dating.
"Kitchen's through there," he points. "Living room's here, loo's back there, and your bedroom is the guestroom in the back."
It's not huge by any definition of the word, but it's nice and a bit spacious. The bookshelves are full, and there's a modest record collection on a shelf in the corner, along with an old record player. The kitchen is small, but there's a relatively spacious bathroom, and the two bedrooms are next to each other, his own bedroom unkempt, but nowhere near the levels he used to keep his personal spaces back when they were first dating.
"Kitchen's through there," he points. "Living room's here, loo's back there, and your bedroom is the guestroom in the back."
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He gazes down at her, swallowing a little at how close she is and slings an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to keep things casual. "Yeah. Thanks. I uh...I have sort of become a good little team player in my old age..."
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She smiles. She is not trying to push romantic intimacy. She knows full well that it will only come if he wants it.
"I can tell you why, Pete. This is your operation. You own it. And when you are in a position like that, your attitude is completely different. You feel responsible for your people. You already were the kind of person who would help a friend in need. See, your leadership skills were already present." But it was like something of Excalibur had rubbed off on him and he decided he would create his own team.
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He sighs heavily, but mostly in a joking way. "Yep. That's me. Co-team leader and responsible adult. I'm surprised Wagner didn't have a stroke when he heard about MI13."
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She smiles. "Yes you are. And it's very becoming. In our field, I don't get to engage many adults." Even at the mansion. She had grown really tired because of some people's crap."Actually, Kurt expressed to me how impressed he was because he had seen the potential for something greater within you. Him and Brian. And they both knew you have to have more substance than you were trying to lead all of us to believe."
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"So? We got the rest of the day. You wanna get settled into your rooom?"
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He snorts a little, smirking wryly. "We're not quite the Avengers. If we are, I am a very poor man's Tony Stark."
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She chuckles. "Or Brian is. The recovering alcoholic, genius engineer, and wealthy playboy."
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He watches her, and marvels at how easily she seems to slide into his flat; into his life. Like no time has passed at all; like she's always been here.
Or she was always supposed to be.
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He shrugs. "Other'n that, you're the guest, so you should probably choose what we do."
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