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[hardknoxlife]

[ nopenopenopenopenope he effed up he effed up so bad abort abort mission critical code red god dammit you play with fire you get burned and that kiss did exactly that. It burned. Burned both white hot and bright blue at the same time.

When he does pull away, it's with a measure of reluctance that he has to pull his arm back if only because he has to push his glasses up over his head to rub an eye with the ball of his palm. Damned human emotions. Damn the fact he remembered what it was like to be human in the first place. There's a pang in his chest he's distinctly trying to ignore... and failing to. ]

Buggering hell... s'not like I'll never see you again. We're trapped here anyroad.

[ what is wrong with the two of you ]

[cleanmemory]

Don't try and take my lines, that's what I was saying. [ And he smacked him on the shoulder. ]

[hardknoxlife]

Buggering hell you can hit for a ruddy beanpole!

[ Sorry but that arm's going back around his waist to pull him over with a small relieved sigh. Sorry man, you're more than a friend and a little less than a boyfriend now. Just a little. ]

Listen... m'just glad to know you aren't going anywhere. To be perfectly honest, I'd been worried we'd have a row over it and I'd just walk out here feeling like absolute shit.

[cleanmemory]

Beanpole?!

[ But he shut up when Ron had him by the waist again. He leaned into him, comfortable in the position. He shook his head. ]

I'm not going anywhere. We're friends, aren't we?

As long as you don't go anywhere too far... I'll still be right here.

[hardknoxlife]

Little more'n just friends, I'd wager. We're in a bit of an odd position.

[ Because really, you just can't walk away from someone like that. Especially when they've been good to you so far. ]

M'not going anywhere either. Said I wouldn't, didn't I? And no one ever called Ronald Knox a ruddy liar.

[ And a kiss to his temple before pulling away slightly. ]

And don't get yourself hurt helping out, blimey.

[cleanmemory]

Easier said than done. [ He reached up, rubbing gently at the bandage on his head. ] Even though I'm a god now, I forget that my blood is still the same. It attracts all kinds of weird stuff...

Like you can talk, though.

[diehardreaper]

[ And a click of his tongue as he reached over, lightly brushing his thumb against the bandage. ]

Attracts the weird stuff, he says. Attracted a sodding reaper by virtue of whatever it ruddy well is.

[ It is true, though. ]

Don't worry that pretty little head of yours over my sake. I've been battling demons since my first day out of training. [ Of course, he had two arms then... ]

[cleanmemory]

Maybe, but...

[ He shifts, out of Ron's arm. He takes a step back, putting some distance between them. ]

You should still be careful. [ Another beat. ] For now, though...

I think...

...You should go.

[diehardreaper]

Yeah, I prolly should...

[ That distance worries him somewhat but his hand is the last thing to pull away, brushing against the other's hand as he does. Please ignore the look of a puppy that just got kicked. ]

It's late, besides. You should get some rest. We'll prolly have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.

[cleanmemory]

[ His arms cross. He looks off to the side. ]

Yeah.

[diehardreaper]

Wager I'll see you around then.

[ He tries (tries) to leave on a positive note, flashing a small two fingered salute as he casts his eyes around. Sadly, the deepest shadow seems to be his own.

Oh well.

Good a time as any for a dramatic exit. With that, he falls backward and into his own shadow but before he can hit the ground, he's melted into it completely. That went... well? ]