Meanwhile, Back in London

[goawayleavemealone]

"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."

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[enduring_pryde]

"Ahh okay. I have come across him but haven't met him officially."

She chuckles. "Or Brian is. The recovering alcoholic, genius engineer, and wealthy playboy."

[goawayleavemealone]

"With the Captain moniker, he's Rogers, too," Pete adds, sitting back.

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.

[enduring_pryde]

"Absolutely." She sips her tea and meets his gaze and smiles back at him. "It shouldn't take me very long to unpack, so we'll have most of the day. And it really is a gorgeous day that I don't think we should let go go waste. Is there anything specific that you'd like to do?"

[goawayleavemealone]

"Well," he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't actually have much in the way of food in the house...could probably use to do the shopping, specifically because I don't know what you're eating these days."

He shrugs. "Other'n that, you're the guest, so you should probably choose what we do."

[enduring_pryde]

"Really just the same. No pork or shellfish." To keep Kosher. "We could do that by the end of the day. It's been quite a few years since I've been here. I'd like to explore the city, see what's new."