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[doubleoohbaby]

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[doubleoohbaby]

[He leans into her comfortably, head twisting just enough to peer at her and an arm sliding about her waist.] Look, I'm not going to go anywhere without telling you first. If, for some unknown reason, I don't want to talk, I'll text or leave a letter or something. Don't immediately assume I've pissed off because of you. Neither of us want you doing something you might... regret. I'll do my best to return the favour as well.

[hexappeal]

[She feels comforted, but she hates that she needed to feel that way at all. That he thinks that she is that upset (which she was, but that's beside the point.).] You could have been ported out. It didn't seem like you were, but it had crossed my mind. I didn't want to go through that again.

[doubleoohbaby]

[A grunt, slightly dismissive.] If I get ported out, I expect you to move on. You're not to be blamed if I show up again a week or two later. [He doesn't want her hanging on, he's more used to the idea of dying and no one caring. Thanks MI6.]

[hexappeal]

That's not how it works. Even if I wanted to, that's not how it works. [She's quiet, since they're in public, instead choosing to voice her feelings on the matter by curling closer.]

[doubleoohbaby]

I'm just saying. If that's what needs to be said, then there it was. [but whatever, their coffee is being brought over and James is very good at pretending to be super cheerful, which he does to the waitress with a bright;] Thank you!

[hexappeal]

I'm not sure what needs to be -- [She offers a polite smile to the waitress, but isn't obnoxiously pleasant in a way that might make people suspicious like some people.] Sorry. There's not really a correct response to this, I guess.

[And bullshit. If he were gone for a month and she slept with someone else, he might not mention being pissed or it bothering him in any way, but it would.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[He'd be pissed, oh so pissed. But he wouldn't blame her for it. Couldn't blame her. Fuck the Porter for making life even more predictable than it already is.]

It's fine. We're fine. Don't worry about it.

[hexappeal]

[No, but it would affect his attitude. Even if he didn't want it to.]

I think I'm going to be obnoxiously clingy over the next several days. Sorry.

[doubleoohbaby]

[So many things can change his attitude. He's high sensitive. :c]

I suppose I can manage that. Only if I'm allowed to return the favour.

[hexappeal]

[High sensitive, high pretending not to be.]

I can manage.

[doubleoohbaby]

It's settled then. Might as well not leave the house for a few days, really.

[hexappeal]

I think I'd be fine with that. [Even if it's just all sex. Though she wouldn't mind cuddling up to a movie or catching up on some reading.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[He's all good with the inbetween bits. Even with his stamina, he does need some breaks. Not many, but some.] I should probably pop into work at some point too. Was meant to interview a few of them, they'll probably be wondering what happened.

[hexappeal]

[It's a good thing she can keep up with him, if she's so inclined to.] Might be a good idea. Don't want them to all find other jobs.

[But her thoughts on the matter are cut short when food comes.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Yay, food. James' stomach had just started to growl in a pitiful beg for food. It's actually been well over 24hours since his last meal, come to think of it. Coffee is gulped down and eggs are tucked into immediately. He's not going to speak for a minute or two.]

[hexappeal]

[She eyes him a bit before digging into her own, adding a little syrup to it despite it being covered in strawberries and whipped cream.

When he seems to be a little less ravenous, she cuts off a piece with more whipped cream than pancake and holds it out toward him for him to taste.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Omnomnom, he loves food. And once he's stopped shovelling for two seconds, he spots the offered fork and leans in, taking a mouthful and offering a grunt of approval. He would hand over some of his, but y'know, bacon.]

[hexappeal]

[Perfectly fine without an offer in return, bacon or not! She'll just carb up over here, okay? She eats in relative silence, getting a refill on coffee more than once.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[James is careful to mop up every single drop of syrup with the remaining pancakes and washes it down with a gulp of coffee. He was hungrier than he'd thought for, but at least that's filled a gap.]

Feels like a sodding age since I was last in here.

[hexappeal]

[She doesn't finish hers and about halfway through, does that sort of lazy picking where you can tell she isn't hungry but she's eating it just because it's there. She pushes her plate a little toward him, though, in case he feels like finishing it off.]

This is the first time I've been here. Did you used to come here often?

[doubleoohbaby]

Every now and then. Isn't a bad place to stop off on the way out. Don't like to make it too frequent though. [Being a regular made him too easy to follow, even if he hadn't moved apartments in forever. He was getting lazy, man.

And also fat because he's eating up all of Zee's leftovers too.]

[hexappeal]

Understandable. [Also the type of food. Neither of them were really into the sort served at a greasy spoon like this. Not regularly, anyway. At this sort of place, it was usually eggs and something loaded with sweets. Elsewhere, there would be more greens on her plate.

She quietly laughs, almost adoringly watching him finish off her food.] Feeling better?

[doubleoohbaby]

[Well there is always that issue. Bond doesn't mind his eggs and bacon, but there's nothing like a fresh breakfast from home. Plus he doesn't have to wear clothes at home.]

Mmm, much. I needed that. Sodding noodles and rice for two weeks takes it out of a bloke.

[hexappeal]

[James is also a ~beefcake~ who tends to eat that sort of stuff. Where she... only eats one of those things. At least she isn't a pretentious vegan, right?]

We can go out for a big dinner, if you'd like? Though I wouldn't suggest it. Your body is going to have to get used to eating other things again. [She gently pats his stomach and waves the check on over while she nurses the rest of her coffee.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[He needs to keep buff okay, don't mock his food intake.]

Maybe we can just have something home cooked between the both of us. [If she trusts him in the kitchen with big pointy things that stab people, especially while he's still winding down from a lengthy mission of survival.]