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[holyposition]

I know. I've spent the last week seeing what it did to you. I'm not taking it lightly, I promise.

The risk isn't your choice to make, Hawk. I can leave you out of it if that's what you want, but we can't do this on our own. It's bigger than us.

[homosexuals]

Damnit, Tim.

I know that. This isn't my first go around at the dog and pony show - it's just got better crown molding.

Don't leave me out of it. Look, will you just give me some time to look into it on my own when I get outta here? We can go over it together.

[holyposition]

It might as well be. There are werewolves. People from the future, people from other planets completely, people who can control minds. It's a completely different game than Washington.

That'll be weeks away. I'll just bring it to you, and we can start now.

Tell me where it is and I'll bring the scotch, okay?

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[homosexuals]

Calm down. There's got to be a better explanation than - aliens and magic. This isn't a comic book, Skip.

[homosexuals]

...Timothy Laughlin, are you trying to bribe me?

[holyposition]

I had a better explanation, you didn't like that one either.

[ Bouncing dots... ]

Yeah, I am. Don't say I haven't learned anything from you. :)

[homosexuals]

Purgatory is about the same, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Touché.

Fine. Bring me some scotch and I'll tell you where it is. I'm not writing it down.

[holyposition]

No it isn't.

Tell me now so I can spend the night with you instead of running all over the manor.

[homosexuals]

It is.

I like the sound of that. Pick up the phone when I call in a second.

[holyposition]

[ He will, of course he will... ]

Hey. Are you still getting chills? I'm getting you a sweater, too.

[homosexuals]

Stir-crazy, more like. Could go for some cigarettes, too.

Anyway - are you in my room yet?

[holyposition]

Yeah, I'm here. I'm packing you a bag. If you have cigarettes in here, I'll bring them.

[homosexuals]

Thanks, sweetheart.

Should be some on the nightstand. And if you go digging that second drawer of said nightstand, right in the middle between my ties, there's the paper you gave me. Bring that too.

[the scraps are tucked in between page 3 and 4, rolled up neatly.]

[holyposition]

Found them.

Two changes of clothes, books, cigarettes, scotch, newspaper... [ The kind of absent minded, to-himself mumbling people do to make sure they've remembered their keys before they leave the house. ] Ah.

[ He wants to pull them all out now, but he's gonna be good and wait for Hawk... ]

Okay, I'm coming back.

[homosexuals]

Thanks, Skippy.

[there's a fondness in his voice that's not just thanking him for the errands - the wordless notion that tim is there, caring for him even if he doesn't entirely deserve it.]

I'll see you soon.