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[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? ]