Back in the Future, Day 63

At Lovelace School of the Arts, East Piedmont:

Zoe: I'm seriously beginning to rethink this whole school thing... One of the guys in my biology class keeps trying to give me a terrible nickname. Then, a cheerleader tripped me in the hall causing me to spill all of my books everywhere & then she simply said 'Oops'. I was very tempted to open a portal and drop her inside, possibly to Timbuktu... And, all before noon. I bet this is how super villains get started.

A couple hours later, at Marlena & Yukiko's apartment, West Piedmont:

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Hey Nate, if you're available in the next hour or so. I've got some free time. You can just head on over. It's, uh, safe.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Heh. Yeah. I should be. I'll see you shortly.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): See you soon.

A moment later, at Poppy & Vincent's apartment, West Piedmont:

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Mars, wants me to head over so she can finish up her painting. You gonna hang out here?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I'm sure you don't want me hovering while you two are doing that. I'll just stay here & read my book, if that's alright.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah, it is kinda embarrassing. I'll see you soon. Can I, uh, give you a kiss before I go?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I insist on it.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Hooo boy! ... Goddamn you're good at that. Alright. Leaving now. I'll see you later.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. It helps to have a good partner... I'll be here when you get back.

A short time later, at Marlena & Yukiko's apartment, West Piedmont:

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Hey. Sorry it took me a little longer than I anticipated. I kinda got hung up.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): No worries. I think we're fucking even if the getting hung up department... Um, sorry about yesterday.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): It's not a big deal. It's not like you answered the door in a gimp mask with a giant dildo in your hand or some shit.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): God, there's a fucking terrifying thought... Heh. If you could sit in the chair like you did for the second piece that would great. I need to get the shading right on your face.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Yeah. OK. Am I facing the right way?

Marlena (to Nathaniel): A little to your right... Perfect! Okay, this should only take a minute or two.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): It's fine. Heh. I'm not gonna ask you about the other night, you know.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): ... Really? Then, why the fuck did you bring it up?

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Cause you're tense as shit, and I figured that was the reason. If your shoulders ratchet up any higher, you're gonna be able to put hats on them. Jesus...

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Fuck. Sorry... I just feel kinda foolish & embarrassed.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Like, I'm gonna sit over here and judge. I was hooking up with Aiden when he was fucking engaged, and before that, I was mooning over some guy, who looking back on it, was kinda a douche. No, make that WAS a douche.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Heh...Yeah, River's not that bad, thankfully. I was just really upset & hurt when he left. I did a lot of stupid shit trying to get fucking over him. And, I thought I was. Clearly, I wasn't. We talked a lot yesterday & we have no idea what we're doing but if we start seeing each other again. Which is a big fucking 'IF'… We're going to do things differently. Sorry. You fucking said you didn't want to hear about this bullshit... Okay. I'm done with the fix. You can get up.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): I didn't say I didn't wanna hear about it. I said I wasn't gonna ask. I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would. I know not being a nosy fucking bastard is a foreign concept in this family. Heh. He wanted to get back together, huh? That explains some shit.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): It does?

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Yeah. He was trying REAL hard to be all charming and friendly and shit. Makes sense now. It's cause I'm the only new guy at the coffeehouse. I'll bet he thought if he could get me on his side, I'd be all "Mars, you should give River a second chance."

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Heh... He said he thought you didn't like him, that you act all prickly whenever he's around. Now, I see what he meant.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Yeah, well, I'm prickly with everybody. Especially if someone's trying to get me to like them. I'm fucking paranoid. 

Marlena (to Nathaniel): I know. That's what I fucking told him.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Heh. I think he was also trying to figure out if I had the hots for you. He was WAY overattentive when I was there with Aiden. He's not used to people not liking him, huh? I'll bet you 10 fucking bucks now that he knows I'm gay, he'll start trying to fucking flirt with me to win me over. Watch.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): ... Nate, he's not fucking like that. His older sister is gay & he absolutely looks up to her and adores her girlfriend... Willow would totally fucking kick his ass, if she found out he did that kind of shit.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Woah. Calm down. I didn't mean any offense by it. I just meant that he's gonna switch tactics. The easiest way to get someone, especially a guy, to like you is to butter them up a little bit, you know, flirt a little around the edges. Believe me. I KNOW. How the fuck do you think I've been convincing people to get me cigarettes and shit all these years? And he was totally trying to figure out if I had the hots for you, you know. He saw us sitting outside smoking the other day.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Yeah well, it took him two fucking months to finally get me to agree to go out with him. So, he was probably wondered who you were & why I was talking to you... I'm not known for having a lot of friends. Shit. I'm so fucking glad Yoyo isn't here. She'd probably kill him on sight. She was here for the aftermath.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Oh shit. She could do it & make it look like an accident... Fuck. I'll have to be nice to him now. He's a dead man walking. Ouch! Don't fucking bruise the merchandise! You kill or maim me, you're out of a weird, awkward model!

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Here, stick this in your smoke hole... I need a cigarette.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Smoke hole?

Marlena (to Nathaniel): I can't be fucking witty all of the time.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Heh. I guess even brainiacs have off days. I'll get outta your hair. You alright?

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you later. I need to get ready for class, anyway.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Later, Stretch.

A few hours later:

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Hey, Shortie.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Hey.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Well, you look like shit. You alright?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Fucking school... I hate it. I want to drop it in the ocean.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Don't drop the whole school in the ocean. That's a waste of energy. Just drop the assholes in there. Not going so well, huh?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Not really... I know it's normal & it might get better. It's just teenagers are such douches... And, I was bad & portaged the head cheerleader's underwear somewhere during the pep rally. Heh. She fell when the pyramid collapsed... I feel mildly guilty about it.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Ha ha ha! Oh, Oh, Jesus... I mean, yes. You're a terrible bitch, and you should be ashamed. But... Oh holy fuck! That was probably fucking hilarious. ... You can open a portal and take someone's *clothing* off? That's... Huh. Heh. You're something else.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): ... It takes surgical precision. I've been practicing taking things out of pockets & putting them into other pockets using very tiny portals... If she hadn't been picking on me all the time I would have left her alone. And, it was more like I removed sections of her underwear, so they fell off anyway... It just sounded better to say I portalled them somewhere.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Sorry you're having a rough time of it.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): It's fine, I guess. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. One of my classmates who was trying to be helpful, I think, told me that I should seriously rethink my fashion statement, because that was probably why I was getting singled out... I told her that while I appreciated the advice, she could kindly fuck off & mind her own business... I don't think we're going to be friends.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Heh. Yeah. Probably not. Besides, it's not like changing the way you look will keep people from picking on you.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): I know... I'm willing to give it a little longer, because I told Colin I would. But, if it still sucks in a couple months than I'm dropping out and getting my GED.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): I wouldn't blame you. I didn't have much patience for school, or my schoolmates, either.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): ... Oh, um, will you come to the school at 6pm tomorrow? I'm auditioning for a play & could use some moral support.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Yeah. If you want. Colin talked you into auditioning for something, huh?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Yeah... and, Sheila, the vice president of the Theatre Club was very excited about the prospect of "fresh meat". It's going to be terrible... I have to memorize a monologue of my choosing & recite it. I haven't decided what I'm doing yet. I'm leaning towards Iago's monologue in Othello.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Heh. I think I know the one. He's telling the audience "I'm fucking with Othello because he annoys me & I'm a dick" right? You'll do fine.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): That would be the one... Heh. You & Colin seem to have a lot more faith in my ability than I do.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Well, somebody's gotta have faith in you. ... Jesus... I'm a sap.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Heh... Just figuring that out now, are you? Speaking of you being all soft & squishy. Where's your tall piece of British man candy?

Nathaniel (to Zoe): At his hotel. I'm gonna meet him in a little while. I promised that I'd let him take me someplace nice for dinner, and I thought I should make an appearance home, and check on you and shit. He, um... He asked me if I wanted to move in with him.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Oh... What did you say?

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Calm down. It's not right away. Like in months, or years, and after all this blacklisting shit gets sorted. Plus, I'm still kinda fucked up, you know? I can't take a big fucking step like that with someone without getting myself a bit more straightened out. It's not fair.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): I didn't think you were going to do it right now or anything. I know you're not an idiot. I would just miss you, that's all. But, I'm glad that things are working out with you two.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Heh. Yeah. Me too. Anyway, I'm still plenty crazy, so you aren't rid of me yet. And I need your help. How the fuck do I dress for dinner someplace "nice?" I don't think I even own a shirt with a fucking collar.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Come on, let's go to the thrift store down the street and see what we can find for you. And, if that doesn't work, I know a couple people you can probably borrow some clothes from... if we ask them really nicely.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Alright. You're the boss.

Zoe (to Jacob): Damn skippy!

An hour or so later:

Zoe (to Jacob): Hi Mister Rathbone, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm trying to help my cousin, Nate, get dressed for a date tonight & I was wondering if you had any old clothes he could borrow? His boyfriend is taking him out somewhere nice & he doesn't own anything even remotely dressy and the thrift store was a bit of a wash.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Oh my god... This is so embarrassing.

Jacob (to Zoe): Nate, huh? I think I have some stuff that should fit him. Come on over.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Hush you... (to Jacob) Thanks! We'll be over shortly. (to Nathaniel) Take my hand... This'll be much faster. There's an alley by their house we can drop into, rather than taking a bus or cab.

A moment later, near Robert & Jacob's house, East Piedmont:

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Oof... I really need to figure out a better arrival. I always seem to be a foot of the ground.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Heh. You think of yourself as a foot taller, huh? That doesn't surprise me. Tell me the truth, you just asked Colin's dad about clothes so you could see you boyfriend.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Not at all. I happen to know no one better at dressing nicely than Mister Rathbone and that he's the closest in size to you. Eep is way too tall, Vincent & Victor are too short, Robert is bigger... Though, we could probably ask Percy... You're about the same size. Want me to do that, instead?

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Oh god! No. No. No. No. Percy freaks me right the fuck out. Jesus... See? This is why I hate dressing up!

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Heehee, I thought that would shut you up.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Alright. Let's get this over with.

A couple minutes later, at Robert & Jacob's house, East Piedmont:

Jacob (to Zoe & Nathaniel): Hi you two, come on in.

Zoe (to Jacob): Thank you so much for the help, Mister Rathbone.

Jacob (to Zoe): Zoe, you can call me Jacob, really, I don't mind... (to Nathaniel) So, Nate, where are you going for dinner?

Zoe (to Jacob): Oh right, sorry. I forgot.

Nathaniel (to Jacob & Zoe): Oh. Um, it's an Indian place... Bombay Palace, I think?

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Okay, so you don't need a suit or anything... If you don't mind going into our bedroom, I think I have suitable clothing in my closet you can try on. (to Zoe) Zoe, you can come with us too, if you'd like. I don't want to make Nate uncomfortable.

Zoe (to Nathaniel & Jacob): Oooh, it'll be like a fashion show. This should be fun.

Jacob (to Zoe): I'm not sure you're helping your cousin out by saying things like that.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): She's been grinning like that since I asked her for help. She knows she's not helping.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): Um, thank you for your help, Mr. Rathbone. I--I'm sorry I kinda freaked out at you the first time we met.

Jacob (to Nathaniel): It's okay. I've all but forgotten it but I appreciate the apology. Please call me Jacob... Here, try this shirt & vest on.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): Um, OK… (to Zoe) Stop fucking snickering! Oh. Uh, I mean... (to Jacob) Sorry.

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Quite alright. (to Zoe) Zoe, why don't you go see what the rest of my brood is doing?

Zoe (to Nathaniel & Jacob): I'm fine here. Really.

Jacob (to Zoe): Zoe, go entertain yourself elsewhere. Please? I think your snickering isn't helping your cousins nerves.

Zoe (to Jacob): Oh okay. (to Nathaniel) Sorry, Nate.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): It's alright. (to Jacob) Um, would I be able to wear this with jeans? I mean, not these. I've got some without, you know, a bunch of holes in them.

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Oh yeah, you can... but let me grab you some pants, just in case you want to try something different. I also have a jacket that will probably fit you and look nice with the shirt and vest... I just realized how incredibly stereotypical I'm being. Sorry. I assure you it doesn't happen all that often. Robert teases me about being his wife whenever I do it.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): Heh. That's alright. You've met my uncle, right? Thank you. For your help. I've only ever had one suit, and when I ran... Um, left home, I didn't take it with me. It was too small anyway.

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Heh, no worries. I've probably got enough old clothes in here that I've been holding onto for no particular reason, if you need some dressier clothes. Robert has been harassing me to clean this damn thing out. I'd much rather give them to you, if you like any of it.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): Oh. Um, thank you. I guess I should probably have a wardrobe more extensive than t-shirts and jeans, huh?

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Heh... Trust me, you can't go wrong with a nice wardrobe. Okay, I think you're done. Go look in the mirror.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): God... I don't know. I look like I'm about to defend myself in court, but couldn't be bothered to put on a tie. Don't I?

Jacob (to Nathaniel): No offense, but you look good. You're dressed up but not too formal. I think your boyfriend will be impressed. Trust me, you'll do fine.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): Um, OK. If you say so. I hope so. Aiden can be kinda stuffy. He eats pizza with a fork and knife. And, I don't wanna look like some total redneck slob, you know? Thanks. Again. Oh shi-oot. Is that the time? I should get going. I need my cousin to tell me how to get home, though. She, uh, kinda got me turned around. On the way here.

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Did she bring you via portal?

Nathaniel (to Jacob): Oh. Yeah. I forgot you knew about that. Yeah. I don't really know how to open one myself. I mean, I've only done it once. And that was kind of an emergency, you know?

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Oh, I used to just imagine a door and that when it opened where I wanted to be was on the other side. But, that was quite some time ago. I don't crossover much anymore, but  when I do I have to actually use an already established portal, like at the Old Piedmont. I bet Zoe would be happy to take you wherever you needed to go. If you send her back here, I can send her home with some clothes for you. I'm sure, she won't mind.

Nathaniel (to Jacob): Oh. Yeah. I would really appreciate that. I keep saying it, but, um, thanks. I'm gonna go find Zoe.

Jacob (to Nathaniel): Honestly, it was no problem. I'll come with you. It smells like dinner is just about ready.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen:

Zoe (to Robert & Colin): Hello O'Reilly-Rathbone clan! I've been sent away from the fashion emergency.

Robert (to Zoe): Fashion emergency? That sounds dire. Have a seat. We were seeing about dinner. Would you like to join us?

Colin (to Zoe): Say yes! It's a school night. We'll have you home early. You could say yes...

Zoe (to Robert & Colin): ... I don't want to intrude but if it's okay, I'd love to. Especially, since Colin is so keen on it.

Robert (to Zoe): You're not intruding. And you picked up that Colin is keen on it, did you? He's always so subtle about things.

Colin (to Robert): You're hilarious, Dad.

Zoe (to Robert & Colin): Heehee. I'm not sure I would actually recognize real subtlety if it bit me in the as-- butt.

Robert (to Zoe): Heh. Very nice save. And no, knowing what I do of your family, you wouldn't know subtlety if it bit your ass.

Zoe (to Robert & Colin): Heehee, yeah my parents are very big on subtlety.

Robert (to Zoe): I have, shockingly, noticed this about your family. ;-)

Jacob (to Colin, Zoe & Robert): Hello family & Zoe! Food smells wonderful.

Robert (to Jacob): I'm making a super-complicated dinner of frozen squash tortellini and curry pasta sauce. I see your fashion show went well. (to Nathaniel) My wife did a very nice job, Nate. You look very handsome.

Jacob (to Robert): It is a very good thing that I love you, husband.

Colin (to Robert & Jacob): Don't mind us. It's not like we're sitting RIGHT HERE. :-P

Robert (to Colin): Rather than pulling faces, why don't you make yourself useful and help me with dinner?

Zoe (to Colin & Robert): Heehee... (to Nathaniel) Nate, do you need me to take you home or to the restaurant?

Nathaniel (to Zoe): If you could take me to the restaurant, that'd be great.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Okay. (to Colin, Robert & Jacob) Is it alright if I come back here?

Jacob (to Zoe): I think our oldest would be quite upset if you didn't come back.

Colin (to Jacob): Heck yeah I would! (to Zoe) Come back! We can work on your monologue, & pretend we're doing homework & not hanging out.

Jacob (to Colin): You know, you could be a little less obvious that your grounding is a sham, my son.

Colin (to Jacob): Heh. Sorry, Da.

Zoe (to Colin): Okay, I'll be right back. (to Nathaniel) Come on, Nate. I don't want you to be late.

A moment later, outside of Bombay Palace, West Piedmont:

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Oh... Christ! That is... That is always kinda fucking nuts. OK. I'm a little early. Thank you. Do I, um, do I look alright? I don't look like I'm about to say "I plead 'Not Guilty,' your honor," do I? Honestly?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Nate, you look fucking good. Aiden will be impressed & probably want to take you back to his room immediately after dinner.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Sorry. I've just never been to a restaurant that didn't have paper napkins and a fucking kids' menu before. Heh. I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette while I wait and calm the fuck down. Go. Get back to your dinner.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Okay, have fun.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): You too. Later, shortie.

A short time later:

Nathaniel: Alright. I can do this. Just put my napkin in my lap, use a knife, and fake like I know what I'm doing. No one will be the wiser, right?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): You're here, already... I was worried that I was going to get here first. You look very handsome.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Thanks. I had help. A lot of help. Clearly. You look really nice too. Course you always do. I mean, I'm the one who kinda dresses like a slob... Oh god, why won't you shut me up when I do that?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. Because, the only effective way I know to stop you from babbling is to kiss you aggressively. And, it's a little early in the evening for that.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah? Then you're gonna have one hell of a quiet dinner, cause I'm gonna have my hands slapped over my mouth all night.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): We could just get dinner to go, if you like... I know, I wouldn't mind it.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh. Um, no. I don't mind. Heh. Guess it's obvious I'm feeling way the fuck outta my depth here, huh? Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your plans. I know you wanted to go somewhere nice.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh, you don't look out of your depths. I just think you look really, really good... God, I'm sorry. That probably sounds a bit rude.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh! Oh. You wanna get dinner to go for rude reasons? I'm scandalized! Heh. I'm just kidding. We can get it to go if you want.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Yes, let's. Eating out is a bit overrated in my opinion.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I'm perfectly fine with that.

Back in the Future, Day 62

At the Orchid Tavern; Rangoon:

Yukiko (to Victor): Victor? I brought us breakfast from downstairs... Before you head home, we need to talk about something.

Victor (to Yukiko): Oh. Yes. Of course. It must be serious if you're bringing me food first.

Yukiko (to Victor): Only mildly serious... It's just-- I don't know how to put this... I think it's incredibly romantic that you'll come find me wherever I might be & I love seeing you. But, while I'm onboard the Bleak Prince, we can't risk it. It could get us killed. We need to come up with something else. Is there a location where Bleak House airships dock that wouldn't arouse suspicion if the Falcon were there as well?

Victor (to Yukiko): I think my dad wants me to run near the Colonies, so Tortuga, Ocracoke Island in the Carolinas, there are a couple Spanish ports in that are usually pretty safe for British ships, mainly Havana and San Augustin… Heh. And, of course, I'm sure at some point I'll end up in the Caribbean running SOMETHING for Admiral Birdie. Do you think you'll be anywhere in those areas?

Yukiko (to Victor): Quite possibly. The Bleak Prince seems to run from here in Rangoon to several ports in Africa, the Carribbean & back again. 

Victor (to Yukiko): Well, I should be able to find out if the Bleak Prince is making port in an area we'll be in without arousing too much suspicion. Most pirates want to avoid Bleak House ships whenever possible, and my dad did have a Black Spot hit on him once.

Yukiko (to Victor): So, I take it, you've given up the idea of going to school in West Piedmont, huh?

Victor (to Yukiko): Um, no, actually. I submitted an application to the school for next term a few days ago. But, I won't hear back from them for several weeks, at least, and I really do need to do SOMETHING to occupy myself between now and then. Hopefully, you... Even if you can't come back to the other side, I thought Mars could probably use the company. And, at least, if I'm running jobs for now, it will help my parents out. And, if I don't get in, I'll just keep on in the family business.

Yukiko (to Victor): Heh... Sounds like you've got a plan. I'm glad. I wish that I could go with you instead of this mission, but until we're no longer blacklisted, I sadly don't have much choice. If you need to find me, I'll be using the name Yukio Sato.

Victor (to Yukiko): I know. We'll get through it. Don't worry. In the meantime, Yukio Sato and I will just have to rendezvous secretly in the Caribbean from time to time.

Yukiko (to Victor): ... I'm so sorry for all of this, Victor. I know how much you were enjoying a normal regular life.

Victor (to Yukiko): It's alright. It's not your fault. If anything, I'm sorry your association with my family put you in danger. Heh. I suppose we're just not cut out to be all that normal, are we? Honestly, I expected it was only a matter of time before something odd happened. We're like magnets for it.

Yukiko (to Victor): Heh... When I'm done with this assignment, do you think you would be interested in a new member of your crew?

Victor (to Yukiko): Hee hee. I think I'll need a new crew member. With certainty.

Yukiko (to Victor): Heehee... Really? Without an interview or anything?

Victor (to Yukiko): Indeed. I like the cut of your jib, Ms Sato.

Several hours, at Poppy & Vincent's apartment, West Piedmont:

Aiden: Huh? Where am I? Oh right... Dear me, I don't think I moved all night.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Hey. Heh. You're finally up. There should still be some coffee left, and there's tea here someplace. Want something to eat?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Coffee & something to eat would fine. Thank you. I apologize for sleeping so late.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): It's alright. I let you sleep in. I figured you needed the sleep. Hell, you LOOKED like you needed the sleep. What do you want? It looks like we've got... oatmeal, cold cereal, grits, eggs, and some of those frozen biscuits.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I'm not sure what grits are, but I can make myself some fried eggs.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Grits are like a warm cereal that's, more or less, and excuse to eat a lot of cream, cheese and butter first damn thing in the morning. Here's your coffee. Sit down. I can make eggs. You want them scrambled, fried, or poached?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Oh, poached would be preferred. Thank you.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Don't be too impressed. You've discovered one of the few things I can make. Here you go. I found some sausage links too. Heh. For a little guy, Uncle Vincent sure as shit eats like a southerner. Want any toast?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Toast would be lovely... So, what's going on, Nate?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): What? What makes you say that? Nothing's going on.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Really? Then, why do you keep biting your lip, like that, for one? And, you seem a lot more subdued than usual. Is this because of my comment last night?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Shit... I don't suppose there's any damn point in pretending everything is fine, huh? Goddamn fucking all you fucking spies! Can't let a guy fucking stew in peace... No. It's not cause of what you said last night. I know it was a joke. Really. It's, um, it's cause of something I said after you fell asleep. More like, something it made me realize. It's all good. really. Don't worry about it.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Nate, this has nothing to do with my being a spy. You'd have to be blind to not pick up on your emotional state, you practically broadcast it loud and clear. I don't want you to stew about anything, but if you don't want to talk about it. I won't pry... Though, I would like to ask you something when you're no longer in a stewing mood.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I--I DO? Oh. I didn't realize. Heh. Guess I'm not used to anyone paying that close attention. I'm alright. Honest. I'm just... Heh heh heh. I'm just being me, you know? Sorry. That I got defensive. What did you wanna ask?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Well, I was wondering, if when all of this blacklisted business is sorted, if you would be interested in moving in with me? I mean, it could go on for years or be over in a few months... It's probably a ridiculous notion, but I wanted to ask. I have a house in New London, but I could figure out something on this side, if you wanted to stay here. It would certainly be more easily accepted. But, I don't care about that. If you wanted to stay with me in New London, we'd figure it out. My apologies, I seem to be rambling on.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): You... You want me to live with you? I mean, won't that get you in trouble with--with, you know, your family and shit? I-- I can't believe you want me to live with you. I mean... Oh Christ! I'm sorry. I… I'm not upset! I'm just... FUCK. Jesus. I am emotionally unstable as balls some-fucking-time. Sorry...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Well, this wasn't the reaction I was hoping for, at all... I'm sorry to have upset you. Clearly, I shouldn't have asked right now.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Don't be an idiot! I'm not upset. I'm, um, I'm fucking falling for you, dumbass. I'd like to move in with you. Not right now! I gotta get my fucking head screwed on right first, you know? You deserve me to be a little bit more fucking stable. But, in a few months, or years, or whenever... Um, I'd like that.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh, good... I'm glad. And, my family will just have to understand & respect who I am or I shall cut ties with them. As it was pointed out to me by your uncle, I deserve to be happy, too. And, what makes me happy is you.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): You make me happy too. Even if I do act like a surly dick sometimes...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I think I can handle it... Would you like to do something out in the world today or simply stay here?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I don't care. I fine with going out wandering or staying here with you. Oh. Shit. I do have one thing I gotta do today. Mars needs to borrow me for like 15 minutes, half an hour max. She needs to tweak something on her painting.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): We could head over that way & then, how about I treat us to pizza and a film?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Your treat, huh? You expecting me to put out in return?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Not at all... I told you that I would, last time. And, I know how much you hate being dressed up, I thought pizza would work… Oh wait. You were joking, weren't you?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Ha ha ha! Sorry! Sorry. Yeah. I was. I shouldn't laugh, but--heh, holy shit--you looked so honestly affronted! Heh. Besides, you know you don't have to pay for me to put out, right? Ha ha ha! Man, don't look scared when I try to say something suggestive! That ain't good for my self-esteem. Heh.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): My apologies. I was honestly worried that I had offended you until I realized you were joking... I think you can probably make it up to me somehow.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Well, I'm not sure, but I'm sure as shit willing to try.

A couple hours later, at Marlena & Yukiko's apartment, West Piedmont:

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Hey. Um, I'm not bugging you, am I? I should really fucking learn to call you.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Oh shit... Um, hi... Can you give me a second? I just need to fix something.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Heh. Calm down, Stretch. You can tell me to fuck off, you know. I promise my feelings will survive.

River (to Marlena): Is that the pizza we ordered? ... I'm starving. (to Nathaniel) Oh hey, Nate.

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Well, fuck me... This is embarrassing.

Nathaniel (to Marlena & River): Heh. And with that, I'm fucking off. See you guys later. Call me when you wanna finish up your piece, OK?

Marlena (to Nathaniel): Yeah, thanks. I will.

Nathaniel (to Marlena): Later, Stretch!

River (to Marlena): You're making that face... Do you want me to leave?

Marlena (to River): Yes. No. Maybe... You're a real fucking jerk, you know? Why'd you have to come over here?

River (to Marlena): Mars, you asked me to, remember? You said you wanted to talk & then, I got here... and well, we didn't do a lot of talking.

Marlena (to River): ... Yeah well. Fuck you.

River (to Marlena): HAHAHA! Really? You've got a genius level IQ & that's your argument.

Marlena (to River): Shut up.

River (to Marlena): Heh. I think that's probably the pizza. You can think of a witty retort for when I come back. :-P

A few moments later:

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Well, that was fast. I barely got a page of my book started.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah. Mars had company, so I thought it was best that I make myself scarce. Guess that means I'm all yours.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Remind me to thank Miss Mars sometime... and, judging by the look on your face her company was a bit of a surprise.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh. Heh. Yeah. Last I knew, she was kinda pissed at River. Guess she forgave him. I dunno. Something about him rubs me the wrong way. But, I'm kind of a paranoid bastard, so what do I know?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh? Like, how you felt about me when we first met? Heh. Should I be concerned? ... I'm just kidding. Well, maybe you should talk to him a little bit more & see if your feeling is justified or just paranoia. It might turn out to be fine. Besides, Miss Mars is a very smart young lady.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I know she is, and like I said, I know I'm paranoid. If I were all that worried, I'd have interrupted them. And no one is EVER gonna let me live down being kinda twitchy about you when we first met, are they? Clearly, I wasn't all THAT fucking scared of you. :-P

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Well, you did wait a few days before you ripped my clothes off. :-P

A few hours later, at Renfield's, West Piedmont:

River (to Nathaniel): Hey Nate, can I get you & your friend something? Emma made this tiramisu before she left that's pretty frickin' tasty.

Nathaniel (to River): Oh. Um, no. Thanks. Aiden, do you want anything?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I wouldn't mind a cup of Earl Grey... Unless, we're in a hurry to get somewhere.

River (to Aiden): I can grab you an Earl Grey, if you'd like though Nate looks like he may not agree.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Oh! Um, if you wanna cup of tea, I'm fine. (to River) Nothing for me. Thanks.

Aiden (to River): Thank you. 

River (to Aiden & Nathaniel): Sure, I'll be right back with your tea.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): So, is that the guy?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah. That'd be him. He's trying to figure who you are.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh. He reminds me of someone... But, I can't put my finger on it.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): You might know his counterpart.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): That very well could be it.

River (to Aiden): Here's your tea. I also brought you some lemon, you know just in case you like that sort of thing.

Aiden (to River): Thank you very much.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): So, what's you're impression? Do you think I'm being paranoid again?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Honestly, I don't know... Invite him to sit with us & let's find out what kind of person he is.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): What? Seriously? Oh Jesus...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I can't make a really good assessment right this second. But, if you're uncomfortable about it, we can just go after my tea.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Well, if you're REALLY curious, go right the fuck ahead. But, honestly, I'd rather spend the time with you rather than fucking River.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Well, let's go, then.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Sounds good to me.

Back in the Future, Day 61

At Poppy & Vincent's apartment, West Piedmont:

Vincent: Good heavens. I can't believe I actually got misty-eyed. My poor little moppet...

Meanwhile, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Poppy (to Aiden): Aiden honey, I swear to god, that if you don't stop hovering around me, I will kill you with my own bare hands. Just put the tea tray down & go. I'm very busy right this second.

Aiden (to Poppy): I apologize, Miss Poppy. It's just that Percy suggested that I should keep an eye on you & you haven't slept in 24 hours.

Poppy (to Aiden): Well, I am in the planning stages of a delicate time sensitive mission, honey. Just get out!

Aiden (to Poppy): Yes, ma'am. (to Fiona) I wouldn't go in there if I were you, McGillivray. Miss Poppy is in a foul mood.

Fiona (to Aiden): Is she now? Good to know. I'd hate to ruin a good mood with the news I'm about to bring. She's going to shoot me, isn't she?

Aiden (to Fiona): Is there a reason she should shoot you? Does it have anything to do with your "good mood"?

Fiona (to Aiden): My mood isn't good; it's grim. I know it's hard to tell with us winsome, wild Celts. We grin on our march up to the gallows. Kobayashi didn't check in this morning, and she missed her rendezvous last night. Considering the Magpie's disposition, she may get it in her head to shoot the messenger. Quite literal like. Ah well. I didn't die in the dockyards, or in the pugilist ring like I expected. All in all it's been a grand run.

Aiden (to Fiona): Well, Kobayashi must still be alive or we would have heard about it. Can you give me a few hours before you tell Poppy? I have an idea but it's going to require some time. And, if we can find Kobayashi without bothering Poppy, all the better.

Fiona (to Aiden): Alright, lad. if you want them, a few hours are yours. ... Get yourself some sleep, Wilkes. You're no good to us exhausted.

Aiden (to Fiona): Errand first & then, I'll sleep. If Kobayashi resurfaces before I get back, please contact me.

Fiona (to Aiden): I will. Watch yourself, Aiden.

Aiden (to Fiona): I will.

A few hours later, at Poppy & Vincent's apartment, West Piedmont:

Aiden: Please, dear god, someone be home.

Victor (to Aiden): Oh. Hello, Aiden. Please come inside. Nate's still at work, but he should be home shortly.

Aiden (to Victor): I'm not here to see Nate. I'm here to see you... Kobayashi missed her check-in this morning. I know you have the tracker she gave you. I need the coordinates from it, so we can figure out what's going on.

Victor (to Aiden): What? Oh... Oh shit! I've got it on. There should be some maps in the library if we need them.

Aiden (to Victor): Is it still sending the signal?

Victor (to Aiden): Yes. Of course. I would have have contacted you if it... I would have let you know if it wasn't. It doesn't look like she's moving. These are the coordinates it's broadcasting. Help me find them on these maps.

Aiden (to Victor): Well then, she's alive, at least... She was dropped off in Rangoon by your father five days ago by our time. Hmmm. This doesn't make any sense. According to these coordinates, it looks like she's in the middle of nowhere.

Victor (to Aiden): Usually, the rebels in Rangoon set up their bases in the jungle to avoid CLANNG. Dammit... I don't know where this is. It shouldn't matter between the map and Yoyo's energy signature, I can find her!

Aiden (to Victor): ... She wasn't sent just to contact the rebels there, Victor... I'm not sure what the other part of her mission was, but she & Poppy were being very hush hush about it. I'm a little hesitant to go barging in there to rescue her, if we may potentially expose her cover... There's got to be a better way.

Victor (to Aiden): No, no. You're right. Is there anyway to contact her? What's the contingency plan?

Aiden (to Victor): I believe your father was supposed to rendezvous with her on a certain day & time, if we lost contact. Other than that, I wasn't told. You'd have to ask your mother.

Victor (to Aiden): Right. Of course. ...And what's your idea? Or did you just stop in to get the coordinates off my bracelet?

Aiden (to Victor): Well, I wanted the coordinates so that we could tell Poppy where she was & then I was going to offer to go find her. I've been working with her since she was 14. She's the closest thing I have to a friend. I promise I'll find her.

Victor (to Aiden): Damn straight you will, because I'm going with you. Don't argue with me. You don't have to tell my mother, and you know I can take care of myself. Besides, I can speak a little bit of Burmese, and should be able to find Yoyo.

Aiden (to Victor): I understand your desire to find her, but we don't have a clue as to what we're walking into... Perhaps, we should talk to your father & see if he knows what Yoyo was doing. I don't like the idea of running off somewhere half-cocked. I know that's a Potter family trait, but I'd like to make it back alive.

Victor (to Aiden): I'm going to ignore that comment, because I can tell you're so exhausted you're about to fall over. You keep swaying. But, you'll note, I'm NOT running off half-cocked. I'm scared... No. I'm fucking *terrified*, but I'm here, trying to remain calm, and work out what the best, safest course of action is right now. If I had wanted to run off half bloody cocked to Rangoon, I could have, and there wouldn't have been a damn thing you could do about it. I want everyone to make it back alive as well, you know. And no offense, *I* have more bloody practical experience with espionage than you do! Let's go and find my father, shall we?

Aiden (to Victor): Alright... My apologies, Victor.

Victor (to Aiden): It's alright. We're both worried. I'm glad Yoyo has you watching her back. Dammit, Dad! Where the hell are you?

Aiden (to Victor): Your mother has been in a foul mood since she got word about her sister-in-law... Would your father have gone to see her? It would totally be breaking protocol, but I doubt your father would worry about that too terribly much in this case.

Victor (to Aiden): Oh my god. Of course that's what he did! My father LOVES to break protocol, and I hate to tell you this, so does my mother. Can you think of someplace quiet I can open a portal in the base? The more familiar you are with the area the better.

Aiden (to Victor): Oh... The room I've been using for an office is usually empty except for me, that or my quarters, unless you need more space.

Victor (to Aiden): I don't need much space, just try not to think about an area too close to any furniture. Take my hands and visualize the room

Aiden (to Victor): Alright.

Victor (to Aiden): OK. On three. Ready? One... Two...

A moment later, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Poppy (to Fiona): Fiona, could you be a dear and find out what member of my family has arrived via generator? Check the quiet rooms first.

Fiona (to Poppy): Aye aye. If you don't mind me saying, missus, your family is a lot of blasted fun!

Poppy (to Fiona): They are certainly a lot of something, honey.

Aiden (to Victor): ... That was mildly unpleasant. Is it always like that? Victor, are you alright?

Victor (to Aiden): Fine... Give me a moment. Heh. Inhibitor field. I can get through them, but they pack a punch based on how strong they are. I have no one to blame but myself...

Aiden (to Victor): Well, sit down for a second. I'll go check and see if your father is here.

Victor (to Aiden): Thank you. Based on that field, I'd say my mother knows I'm here at least.

Aiden (to Victor): I doubt anyone will check here, save perhaps McGillivray because she seems to have the eerie habit of always knowing where I am.

Victor (to Aiden): Heh. Well, I'll just expect her then.

Aiden (to Victor): I'll be back shortly. (to Fiona) ... And, speak of the devil. You wouldn't happen to have come across Captain Potter in your wanderings around the base?

Fiona (to Aiden): The devil? I'm insulted! The devil is only half as interesting as me. I haven't seen Captain Potter, but the missus has also been rather sparse. Not like her to hide behind a locked door, is it? Which one of the Potters brought you through a portal? Your hair's standing on end like goose fluff.

Aiden (to Fiona): She received some bad news yesterday, which is why I wanted avoid telling her about Kobayashi... Victor brought me back here. I was hoping that Captain Potter was here. He wasn't at his home on the other side.

Fiona (to Aiden): Oh for... THAT'S what I'm trying to tell you, lad. If he's anyplace, he's in the Magpie's office. He hasn't been strolling the halls, flirting with all the recruits, but that don't mean he isn't here, now does it? You're lucky flustered is cute on you, little lord. I'll leave you to tell the missus her son is visiting.

Aiden (to Fiona): Oh right... I should have assumed that... I should probably give them an hour or so. Don't want to be rude & barge in.

Fiona (to Aiden): I'm afraid your portal trick has already ruined the mood, lad. Have fun!

Aiden (to Fiona): Right... Thank you.

A few moments later:

Aiden (to Poppy & Vincent): Pardon me, I'm sorry for disturbing you but, Kobayashi didn't make her last 2 check-ins & these are the last known coordinates... And, Victor is here to help find her.

Vincent (to Aiden & Poppy): Of course he is.

Poppy (to Aiden): Thank you, Aiden... We'll be out to talk to our son in a little while. Vincent & I need to discuss something.

Aiden (to Vincent & Poppy): Alright... I'll leave you to your discussion.

Poppy (to Vincent): Lover, we need to discuss what to do about Yoyo.

Vincent (to Poppy): You're right, hun. What exactly was she doing in Rangoon? I heard about the explosions, but what else.

Poppy (to Vincent): I sent her to infiltrate Bleak House... They have a training facility in Qin & one of the recruiters is based in Rangoon. I think they might be very happy to be rid of CLANNG's stranglehold & they have their fingers in many pies. Losing contact with Yoyo isn't at all surprising. She's supposed to make contact when she can. I'm hoping that with her family background & skill set, they will be happy to take her into their organization. I've also got several people posing as bounty hunters, smugglers & a few other things.

Vincent (to Poppy): So, all part of the plan, then? Hee hee. Are you sure you're not a mad genius, lover?

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, quite possibly, lover... But, what do we do about our son?

Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I have the distinct feeling he's going to continue to get underfoot.

Poppy (to Vincent): We should give him something to do, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): We could have him run cargo for a bit. It can't hurt to have as many friends as possible right now. Besides, it will REALLY annoy CLANNG.

Poppy (to Vincent): True, honey. I'm sure you'll be happy to get back to work, too. I'm sure Nate & Zoe will be okay on their own occasionally.

Vincent (to Poppy): ... I'm sure they will, but maybe it's time we let him do a few runs on his own.

Poppy (to Vincent): I'd feel better if he had someone with him, lover.

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, is there anyone you want to get rid of for a couple of days here and there?

Poppy (to Vincent): Heh, Aiden could use some time apart from Fiona I think, honey... It'll be good for him to get out & try new things.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee hee. Oh dear. I shouldn't laugh, but the idea of Aiden dealing with pirates...

A couple hours later, at Lovelace School of the Arts, East Piedmont:

Zoe: If one more person asks me why I'm wearing so much black... I may murder them all.

Colin (to Zoe): Hey. Heh. What's with all the black?

Zoe (to Colin): Listen, buddy-- Colin! Oh, thank god, it's you... I don't know if I can handle this whole school thing. If I sit quietly, the teachers call on me, if I speak up, the other kids pick on me... I just can't win.

Colin (to Zoe): Heh. I think that's all high school is, really: training on how to survive shitty situations. :-P You can do it. You've only got two more classes, and we've got a club meeting after school if you wanna come.

Zoe (to Colin): I can deal with shitty situations. I was once held in a very tiny room for a month & chased by soldiers all over for months... This should count as torture. I think it goes against the Geneva convention.

Colin (to Zoe): Heh. It might at that. It's not all bad. I mean, it means I get to see you.

Zoe (to Colin): That is true... I'll go to your club meeting. I'm not promising I'll join, but I'll give it a shot.

Colin (to Zoe): If you go to the Theater Club meeting, we can totally make out in the prop room. You know you want to kiss a guy in a toga.

Zoe (to Colin): Heh... The guy in the toga is going to be you, right? I don't make a habit of making out with just any toga-wearer, you know. I mean, not after that whole kilt incident... Sooo awkward. :-p

Colin (to Zoe): Well, I was planning on it being me, but I seem to have stumbled upon some strange fetish of yours. So, what you're saying is if I find myself a fuzzy, softy teddy bear kilt, I'll be utterly irresistible. Good to know.

Zoe (to Colin): I was totally joking... And, I find you pretty irresistible in practically everything.

Colin (to Zoe): You're just trying to backtrack, because you don't want to be seen kissing the guy in the teddy bear kilt. You say that like I don't know people who could make one for me. Never, EVER challenge a theater geek to dress like an idiot. We will. With aplomb.

Zoe (to Colin): I'm totally up to the challenge... If you find one, I'll kiss you in it. :-p

Colin (to Zoe): You say that like I don't know people who could make one for me. Never, EVER challenge a theater geek to dress like an idiot. We will. With aplomb.

Zoe (to Colin): Heehee. Well then, challenge accepted... I should get to class. Where should I meet you for the club meeting?

Colin (to Zoe): Where's your last class? I can pick you up after your class and we can go together.

Zoe (to Colin): It's in room 302... I'll see you later.

A couple hours, at the Orchid Tavern; Rangoon:

Yukiko (to Poppy): Poppy, I just wanted to let you know that everything is going well... I've been assigned to the airship, The Bleak Prince as a mechanic.

Poppy (to Yukiko): Lovely, honey. Happy to hear it. Please stay safe. And, you may want to get in touch with Victor. He's been worried about you.

Yukiko (to Poppy): Of course.

A few minutes later:

Yukiko (to Victor): Victor, are you there?

Victor (to Yukiko): Yoyo! Hello. Are you alright?

Yukiko (to Victor): Yes, I'm fine... I'm presently undercover. I'll be aboard The Bleak Prince for the next few weeks or so.

Victor (to Yukiko): The Bleak Prince? That's a Bleak House ship... I suppose, you'll be out of touch for a while then, won't you?

Yukiko (to Victor): Sadly, yes. I'm in a hotel in Rangoon, right now, preparing for my voyage. I miss you.

Victor (to Yukiko): I miss you too... I'll miss you every day.

Yukiko (to Victor): I wish we could see each other but it would be too dangerous.

Victor (to Yukiko): I know... Doesn't make want to do it any less, though. How about you?

Yukiko (to Victor): Against my better judgement, I'm game, if you are.

Victor (to Yukiko): You know I am totes game!

Yukiko (to Victor): Heh. Why do I get the feeling I'm never going to be able to go on missions without you again, am I?

Victor (to Yukiko): Heh. Not if I can help it.

Yukiko (to Victor): Well then, get your sexy little butt over here.

Victor (to Yukiko): Aye, aye, ma'am.

An hour or so later, at Poppy & Vincent's apartment, West Piedmont:

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Nate? In the mood for a visitor?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Gee. I don't know if I can interrupt my full night of spending all my time alone.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Well, I don't want to intrude on your plans... Heh. I'm kidding. Get over here & give me a kiss, you.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I think I can handle that... You know, for a guy in hiding, you sure make a lot of excuses to visit me.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh? Am I bothering you with the visits?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): What? No! Of course not. I like seeing you. You know I worry about you and miss you when you're not here. I was just teasing.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Sorry, it's been a long day.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): It's alright. You look beat. Do you want something to eat?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): No, thank you... I was hoping we could curl up somewhere together. I have a couple days free before my new assignment & I was hoping to spend them with you, if you're available.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah. I'm available. I'm way fucking available. Hey. You falling asleep already?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I'm attempting not to but, I've been awake for nearly 36 hours straight. Should I go get a room somewhere?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Holy shit! Why didn't you get more rest? Come on. You can sleep in my room tonight. You're too exhausted to go elsewhere.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Thanks. I was on third watch & then your aunt wouldn't sleep because of being upset. It just kind of happened. I'll be better company in the morning, I promise.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. Yeah, I guess no one plans to stay up for almost two days. You stayed up with Aunt Poppy? That was nice. Jesus! You and all these fucking layers. Help me out a little here. You're fine company now. Don't worry about it. Just get some sleep.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh... I knew it. You just love me for my body. I should be offended, but strangely I'm fine with it. I'm just kidding... Sorry. Sleep delirium is kicking in a bit..

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. I figured. I don't love you just for your body, you know. Doesn't hurt, of course... Oh! Um, I didn't mean... And you're asleep. Oh Jesus... Thank god.