At Yukiko's apartment; New London, Britannia:
Victor (to Yukiko): Yuki? Are you awake? How are you feeling?
Yukiko (to Victor): ... Huh? Victor? Where are we? What happened?
Victor (to Yukiko): We're at your flat. You were having a bit of a hard time after you jaunt to Nice. I thought it would be best to go someplace you felt safe.
Yukiko (to Victor): Oh, right… Well, that was embarrassing. Shit. I think I may have stabbed Fiona.
Victor (to Yukiko): You did a bit, yes. Do you think you're up to eating something?
Yukiko (to Victor): Yes, please.
Victor (to Yukiko): There wasn't much to work with, I'm afraid. There's biscuits and honey or rice porridge. I can go get us something else. I didn't want to leave until you were awake.
Yukiko (to Victor): You don't have to do that. We could go out and get breakfast. I don't think I'll stab anyone this morning.
Victor (to Yukiko): What? You don't want to eat my delicious... Heh. I can't even finish that sentence. They feed prisoners better than this meal. Let's go get something to eat. I am famished.
Yukiko (to Victor): Heh… You're always famished.
Victor (to Yukiko): Not always... Alright. Maybe always. In my defense, I've had nothing to eat but rice and biscuits for a day and a half. At one point I was contemplating luring a pigeon into your flat just so I could get some meat. You have no food in your place. It isn't natural or right. :-P
Yukiko (to Victor): Heh. I hardly live there, Victor.
Victor (to Yukiko): Oh! Heh. Of course. Sorry. I'm used to my parents. Even places we don't stay have rudimentary supplies and water for three days. I forget most people don't stock & keep safe houses. Rumor has it that there are families that don't keep safe houses at all!
Yukiko (to Victor): Heehee… Thank you for coming to my rescue, the other night, Victor.
Victor (to Yukiko): I don't know that I came to your rescue. Saying that I came to rescue Fox and Fiona might be a bit more accurate... I'm just kidding. I'll always be there when you need me. I mean, as long as you want me to be there, of course.
Yukiko (to Victor): I'm very thankful for that… Can I ask you a weird question?
Victor (to Yukiko): Only if I can give you a weird answer. What is it?
Yukiko (to Victor): Heh. Fair enough… When you think about the future, are we in it together?
Victor (to Yukiko): Heh. Yes, of course. I can't imagine being without you. I mean, I suppose I technically COULD imagine not being with you, but to be honest, the idea scares and depresses me. I'd rather not.
Yukiko (to Victor): Oh. Heh. Well, now I don't know what to say to all that.
Victor (to Yukiko): What were you expecting me to say? "Oh no. I'm planning on dumping you when we get old and dating a MUCH younger woman"? You would break your no stabbing rule if I said that. Heh. I'd DESERVE to be stabbed if I said that to you.
Yukiko (to Victor): What? No, of course I wouldn't stab you… unless, you were serious. I just wanted to confirm something that Nate told me.
Victor (to Yukiko): Heh. Of course I'm not serious. You're brilliant, and amazing, and I'm utterly mad about you. I don't foresee any of those things changing. What were you trying to confirm? He's as sappy & sentimental as I am, you know! Somewhere. Buried deep, DEEP under layer upon layer of snarkiness and nicotine.
Yukiko (to Victor): Heh. He said that you were in it for the long haul. I'm not used to thinking like that… But, I think I may be learning.
Victor (to Yukiko): ...Of course not. Good god, I really am an idiot sometimes. I'm sorry, Yuki. I'm sometimes so--so very excited to be with you, I forget. I don't take into consideration that you're a trained assassin, or that this is Britannia, or a whole host of other things I no doubt forgot... I'm afraid I've inherited my father's unfortunate belief that I can handle most every situation. It's all going to be fine. We will work it out. If I asked how or why I was told "because." Good god that used to drive me mad as a kid, and here I am doing the same thing to you.
Yukiko (to Victor): Heh. Stop walking… Come here, Victor. I love you very much & I look forward to getting old with you.
Victor (to Yukiko): Good. I am too. I am so damn lucky to have found you, do you know that?
Yukiko (to Victor): … Victor, mar-- Heh. Nevermind. Kiss me.
Victor (to Yukiko): With pleasure... Yuki, I'm not sure that I'm ready to get married right now, but... I mean, would you be my fiancee?
Yukiko (to Victor): … Oh. Do you really mean it?
Victor (to Yukiko): Yes.
Yukiko (to Victor): I would be honored, watashi no ai.
Victor (to Yukiko): You would? Really? Excellent. That's excellent! Heh heh. Come on! Let's go see about getting breakfast.
Yukiko (to Victor): Heh. Lead the way.
A few hours later, at Fiona's hidey-hole; New London, Britannia:
Fiona: Bloody hell... Intruders should bloody well know not to show up when I'm this damned... Should shoot the bugger out of principle. OI! NEXT SHOT GOES THROUGH YOUR BLOODY HEAD! (to Winchester) … Fox?
Winchester (to Fiona): Blasted hell, McGillivray! I was knocking on the door for fifteen minutes. I was worried that there was something wrong.
Fiona (to Winchester): Heh. Sorry, lovely. Don't live in the main house... And most aren't daft enough to knock on my door. This way... Oops! Don't step there! Why aren't you stepping there? Heh. Right. You'll trigger my lovely little bomb...
Winchester (to Fiona): … Is there a reason why you're behaving more paranoid than usual, firebug?
Fiona (to Winchester): Am I? Heh. Must be whatever's working it's way out of my system... Why did you say you were here, lovely? ... Did you say?
Winchester (to Fiona): No, I didn't. But, I was hoping you could... hide me for a bit. My house is being watched. I'm not quite sure who's doing the surveillance, yet. I thought it might be safer over here but you look like you're busy.
Fiona (to Winchester): Don't be a git. I'm not busy. I'm bloody well drugged. Kobayashi's still poisoning her blasted blades. Heh. Or is it the state of my charming abode that's giving you pause? Too rustic for you... Where did I put that bloody blowtorch?
Winchester (to Fiona): What exactly are you building?
Fiona (to Winchester): ... I have no idea. So long as you're here, you might as well lend a hand. Pass over that wrench, will you? How did you sort out where I live?
Winchester (to Fiona): You've brought me here before, firebug. Though, I get the feeling you brought me through a back way. It was after that incident with that Irish fellow.
Fiona (to Winchester): Did I? No, I didn't... DID I? Oh! I did. Heh... I remember that now.
Winchester (to Fiona): Yes, that was a fun night.
Fiona (to Winchester): Ha ha ha! That it was. You wore that suit almost the same color as your eyes... Did you do that on purpose? What am I asking... Of course you did. Blast! I can get my bloody hands to work properly! ...Fucking sneaky ninja...
Winchester (to Fiona): … Here. Let me take that, firebug. You need to stop. Why don't you sit down and relax? I think Kobayashi got you good with that concoction of her's. I think I have the antidote in my bag. I saved some from the last time we were partnered up. It was how I got that information from that Ulysses bloke.
Fiona (to Winchester): That would be gorgeous, lovely... Heh. You'd best hurry, or I might start blathering about my feelings or family... Or some other horror. Glad she got me and not you or the fluffy lad. Would have hit your poor little selves like a hammer.
Winchester (to Fiona): Really? Heh. I have a good mind to not give you the antidote.
Fiona (to Winchester): HA! Oh yes. Aren't I intriguing? Two minutes into the tale of the Clan McGillivray and you'll be begging me to take it...
Winchester (to Fiona): Fine. You are no fun… Take it.
Fiona (to Winchester): Bloody hell, Fox! Can't bloody stand it when you pout! What the hell could you want to know that's so interesting? You already have access to most of my interesting files...
Winchester (to Fiona): I don't care about the bloody files… You know what? It was a mistake to come here. I'll find myself another hidey-hole. Take care of yourself, McGillivray.
Fiona (to Winchester): ... Fine. Never can work out what your angle is anyway... Don't get yourself killed, you druisire. I'll never forgive you.
Winchester (to Fiona): Sometimes amazingly, I don't have an angle.
Fiona (to Winchester): Then what the ruddy hell do you want with me?
Winchester (to Fiona): … For such a good spy, you are a downright idiot about people, sometimes.
Fiona (to Winchester): I am bloody not! I suspect the worst and am rarely disappointed... Oh bloody fucking hell! ... Just go if you're going. Doesn't bloody matter what I want. All that matters is what... oh hell...
Winchester (to Fiona): … As you wish. Wait. What is it?
Fiona (to Winchester): ... Nothing. I think your antidote didn't sit well...
Winchester (to Fiona): Bloody hell… Let's get you to bed, firebug.
Fiona (to Winchester): I'm alright, Chess... Just caught me a bit off... WATCH IT! Trip wire... Wasn't lying when I said I didn't want you hurt.
Winchester (to Fiona): Just stop it, you daft woman! Why won't you let me help you? I realize you could stop a moose with your bare hands but sometimes, it's nice to have people who lov-- um, friends take care of you.
Fiona (to Winchester): ... Heh heh. Sorry, lovely lad. Not used to being the one needing help. Spent too long taking care of my sisters. After our mum died, someone had to pay the bills...
Winchester (to Fiona): Yes, yes. We all have sob stories like that, firebug. Why else would we be in this business?
Fiona (to Winchester): Are you suggesting that we aren't a well adjusted lot there, Chess? Ha ha ha... Ooo. Hell. Work right, you blasted legs! Thanks, lovely lad. Didn't mean to make you babysit. I'm sure you've got a lady or three wonder where you've gone off to...
Winchester (to Fiona): … No, I cancelled.
Fiona (to Winchester): You did? Heh. You must be worried... Not too worry, I'll be sure to make it up to you as soon as I'm able. Stay, Chess. If you think it's safer here than your place, it is. You're one of the wiliest, smartest people I know...
Winchester (to Fiona): I didn't cancel because of you, firebug. I just didn't feel like having to worry about civilians while these folks are watching my place… Heh. You know me too well. Buttering me up with compliments always works.
Fiona (to Winchester): Ha ha ha! I didn't mean because of me and my poor drug addled brain. I'm FINE... I meant for your own hide, pretty one. And I meant what I said... Even if I do try to shoot you tomorrow because I don't remember how you got here. Ha ha ha!
Winchester (to Fiona): … Heh. Sounds like a deal, McGillivray.
Fiona (to Winchester): Good. Make yourself as comfortable as you can... What the ruddy hell is THIS? Is this what I was trying to build?
Winchester (to Fiona): I believe it was… What is it?
Fiona (to Winchester): Fucked if I know, but judging by the wheels & the amount of explosives on it, I intended for it to go somewhere and blow up.
Winchester (to Fiona): Heh. I'm sure it'll come in handy, at some point. Got any liquor around here?
Fiona (to Winchester): Heh. What kind of question is that? Of course I do. I'm just a bit wobbly, not dead!
Winchester (to Fiona): I thought as much but well… you've been acting a bit oddly, lately.
Fiona (to Winchester): Have I?
Winchester (to Fiona): Sleeping soundly, trying to protect me, getting yourself wounded a lot… Like, you don't have your mind on the game. Bloody Hell, woman! You haven't gone and gotten yourself knocked up or fallen for some bloke, have you?
Fiona (to Winchester): WHAT? Ha ha ha! No, I'm not knocked up or moony over some poor sap. Aside from you, who else have I been seeing, you berk? ... I suppose I'm out of practice.
Winchester (to Fiona): … Well, I had no idea that you weren't stepping out with other blokes.
Fiona (to Winchester): Heh. I suppose not. Here. You looked like you could use an extra large one. You didn't really think I was pregnant, did you?
Winchester (to Fiona): I must admit, the thought had crossed my mind. My oldest sister got a bit distracted when she got knocked up by her beau. Her blacksmithing suffered for a bit. It irritated my mother to no end, we all had to pick up her slack.
Fiona (to Winchester): Heh. Well, good thing I'm not working too much with the ISS, and you don't have to watch my highly distracted arse... Wait. You didn't think it I was stuffed full of baby, and that it was YOURS, did you? As I said, there haven't been any other fellows lately.
Winchester (to Fiona): What!?! Not at all… I thought it was some other fellow's... I've taken precautions.
Fiona (to Winchester): Well, fear not, and drink up. Thank the lord I'm not with child, and as I said, there have been no other fellows... Heh. You're not heartbroken, are you? Awww. Did you want some giant, red-headed babe running bout calling you Poppa!
Winchester (to Fiona): Good god, no!
Fiona (to Winchester): Ha ha ha! Sorry to disappoint you, Poppa! ...Heh. I'm just teasing you, Fox. No need to look so panicked. Have another.
Winchester (to Fiona): Thank you.
Fiona (to Winchester): ... Have your say, Fox. You've clearly got an opinion on something you think I won't want to hear.
Winchester (to Fiona): It's not an opinion, per se… I just overheard a conversation and it's been gnawing at me.
Fiona (to Winchester): Oh? What's that?
Winchester (to Fiona): Apparently, Nate thinks we have it bad for each other.
Fiona (to Winchester): Don't pay that rude little colonists any mind, lovely. He was probably just trying to annoy you. He likes to do that.
Winchester (to Fiona): Oh yes, you're probably right.
Fiona (to Winchester): Heh heh. You think he's right, don't you? That I'm all hot and bothered by you and that's why I'm so "distracted." I'm too busy pining over you to be a good agent. Heh. That's why you've been staying away from me. And here I thought I'd finally become a bit too much for you which is why you've been pouring over the papers for a new lass.
Winchester (to Fiona): I haven't been pouring over the papers looking for a new lass… It's a bloody mission, you daft woman! A smuggling ring has been using the papers to set up appointments with fences. It's work. You're the only woman, Fi. Bloody hell, you've been the only woman, for quite some time, if you must know. Other women seem pedestrian after you.
Fiona (to Winchester): Oh. Heh. Why didn't you just say so? I did warn you that I was one of a kind.
Winchester (to Fiona): Because, I'm on assignment and wasn't supposed to tell anyone what I was doing… I was worried that you were upset with me. Clearly, it was a mistake, you don't have silly emotions like regular women.
Fiona (to Winchester): It's not that I don't have emotions, Fox. It's just that I know the score and it often doesn't skew in our favor does it… I might have been a bit annoyed.
Winchester (to Fiona): Really!?! Are you messing with me, firebug?
Fiona (to Winchester): Why would I? ....Bloody hell! Never you mind! I'm going to put some of Artemis's bloody salve on my bloody side.
Winchester (to Fiona): You get back here, McGillivray! We clearly need to talk.
Fiona (to Winchester): What!?!
Winchester (to Fiona): Don't what me! Why the bloody hell were you annoyed? And, don't change the subject.
Fiona (to Winchester): Because I was jealous, you great bloody twit!
Winchester (to Fiona): Heh. Come here, you fiery minx, let me help you with that salve.
Fiona (to Winchester): If you like...Well? Aren't you going to tell me what a fool I am?
Winchester (to Fiona): Not at all, firebug.
Fiona (to Winchester): Can't say that was the response I was expecting. Ruddy hell! I'm going to talk to Kobayashi about cleaning those blades!
Winchester (to Fiona): What if I said that I hated not telling you?
Fiona (to Winchester): What? About the mission? Heh! Not telling anyone is what makes a secret, isn't it? ... But I suppose I would appreciate the sentiment.
Winchester (to Fiona): Okay. I'm going to go out on a limb here, firebug… I know it goes against everything we're taught, but I have feelings for you and I hate the idea of you being with any other blokes. It makes me quite furious and pouty, in fact.
Fiona (to Winchester): ... Is that why you were being so insufferable in Nice? You were pouting because I was paying Mr. Machine Gun too much mind? Ohhh... Bloody hell. We're both right royally fucked, aren't we?
Winchester (to Fiona): Yes… It certainly would appear so.
Fiona (to Winchester): Suppose there's nothing to be done for it, then.
Winchester (to Fiona): Not to be obtuse, firebug, but what exactly does this mean?
Fiona (to Winchester): Suppose it means we've got feelings for each other, Fox… If you want me to continue not seeing the lads I haven't been seeing, I'd be amenable to that if you do the same. Exceptions made for missions, of course. Don't see any reason it should interfere with work… Heh. Provided I ever get back to work, that is.
Winchester (to Fiona): Sounds fair.
Fiona (to Winchester): Good. Right... What the bloody hell do we do now?
Winchester (to Fiona): Heh. I have a few thoughts but most of them require much less clothing, firebug.
Fiona (to Winchester): Ha ha ha! Now you're talking a language I understand. Come along with me, lovely.
Onboard the borrowed airship:
Zoe (to Felix): Felix, are we there, yet?
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. Not unless New York is underwater. We're not quite there. Almost, but not quite. Asking every ten minutes won't hurry our ship along any faster, you know.
Zoe (to Felix): Heh. Sorry. I'm just excited & nervous. This is my first delivery mission… And, it's probably a test.
Felix (to Zoe): A what? What kind of test?
Zoe (to Felix): I don't know. My parents have never sent me off on my own before, usually they're against that sort of thing which makes me think they want to see how you and I work together.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. I'm sure we'll pass with flying colors. You're a smart girl, and I'm sneaky...There's the city on the horizon. Can't say I thought I'd ever see that sight again.
Zoe (to Felix): It's an awesome looking sight… You've been here before? Cool! Then you can give me a tour, if we have time, that is.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh heh. I'm from New York, pretty girl, and I don't think you want to tour the parts of the city I'm from.
Zoe (to Felix): Oh… Heh. Sorry. I don't think you ever told me where you were from or maybe, I was rudely staring at your chest. :-P
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. You do seem to do that a lot. I probably didn't mention it because it seemed like something everyone already knew.
Zoe (to Felix): Yes, because you are such an open book & such a talker. :-P
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. Didn't stop Yuki or any of her spy friends from calling me "Mr. New York."
Zoe (to Felix): Yeah, but they're a bunch of assholes. They would say that sort of shit just to be irritating.
Felix (to Zoe): Ha ha ha! Well, I can't argue with that.
Zoe (to Felix): No, you can't.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. We should be docking in about ten.
Zoe (to Felix): Okay. I'll go check on the shipment.
Felix (to Zoe): Thank you, pretty girl.
A short time later:
Felix (to Zoe): ... Home sweet home.
Zoe (to Felix): … Are you going to be okay with being here, Felix?
Felix (to Zoe): Hmmm? Heh heh. I'll be righter than summer rain. Don't worry.
Zoe (to Felix): … Sometimes, you're a terrible liar, Felix.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. And you're a nosy bugger. It's true this wasn't a place of much joy for me, but I think I can survive a few bad memories. Maybe you'll help me make some good ones instead. What do you say?
Zoe (to Felix): Heh. I would like that very much… Here's the address of the bookstore. Should I get a map or do you know where we need to go?
Felix (to Zoe): We'll need a map, I think. Heh. I never saw much beyond my neighborhood and the garment district where the Cotton Mill sat.
Zoe (to Felix): Okay, I think we've got one in the folder.
A little while later:
Felix (to Zoe): That's us docked. Have you figured out which way we need to go?
Zoe (to Felix): I think so… It's this way.
Felix (to Zoe): You lead and I'll follow, pretty girl.
Zoe (to Felix): Heh. Okay…
A few hours later, on the street; New York City, American Colonies:
Zoe (to Felix): So, now that we've made our delivery? What do you want to do, now?
Felix (to Zoe): Would you like to get something to eat before we head back?
Zoe (to Felix): Oh yes, that sounds good! I'm starving.
Felix (to Zoe): Well, we're in the right city for it. Are you in the mood for anything in particular?
Zoe (to Felix): I know this may sound weird but, can we get pizza? Is there pizza? I miss pizza.
Felix (to Zoe): I'm not sure... What does pizza entail?
Zoe (to Felix): Dough, spaghetti sauce, cheese and usually some sort of toppings. It's my favorite besides sushi. I'll have to take you for pizza sometime… Or I could make us one.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. I'll take you up on that. Come on, pretty girl. This way looks promising.
Zoe (to Felix): Are we near where you grew up?
Felix (to Zoe): I'd never bring you to where I lived, pretty girl. Your family would flay me alive if I did.
Zoe (to Felix): Oh? Don't think I could handle it? Or are you embarrassed to be seen with me?
Felix (to Zoe): You damn well know that's not the case.You're just trying to get me to take you there, aren't you?
Zoe (to Felix): No, but you can't blame me for being curious.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. Yes, you were. If you're really all that curious, we can fly by it. I have no desire to see it any closer.
Zoe (to Felix): That would be fine… Um, why is that woman over there staring at us? Do I have something weird on? I thought I picked out something fairly inconspicuous.
Felix (to Zoe): ...You are. Come on, pretty girl. We should go.
Zoe (to Felix): What's going on?
Felix (to Zoe): I'm not sure... I think she might know me, and if she does, we need to get back to the ship as quickly as we can.
Zoe (to Felix): Oh? Did you recognize her?
Felix (to Zoe): I'm not sure. It's been a while. Best not to tempt fate, pretty girl. I ran away from a workhouse. I... Bloody hell.
Zoe (to Felix): Shit. There's too many people out here. I need a quiet spot to get us back to the ship.
Felix (to Zoe): ...Do you know how to fly the ship?
Zoe (to Felix): Yes, of course… Why? What are you going to do?
Felix (to Zoe): Go and talk to her. I think I know who she is... If I'm wrong, or if something happens, go back to New London. Get help. Heh heh. I trust you won't want to leave me to rot in a cell in New York. ;-)
Zoe (to Felix): … This seems like a terrible idea. But since this is your town, we'll do it your way. Just be careful. Please?
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. It might be at that. I'm open to any better ideas you might have.
Zoe (to Felix): My suggestion would be to simply keep walking & go get something to eat. Unless, you want to talk to her & if that's the case, go on over. I'll go over to that newspaper stand & keep an eye on you.
Felix (to Zoe): I think that's Elizabeth's little sister...
Zoe (to Felix): Oh… Go on. Go talk to her. I know you want, too.
Felix (to Zoe): ... I should, shouldn't I?
A short time later:
Felix (to Zoe): Ready to go home, pretty girl?
Zoe (to Felix): Uh huh… What happened?
Felix (to Zoe): Nothing. Anne, that's Little Sister, was filling me in on the latest news... Elizabeth's had a baby, and is pregnant again.
Zoe (to Felix): Shit… I'm sorry, Felix.
Felix (to Zoe): It's alright. She's alive and living a comfortable life. It's a better lot than most of us received. Let's get you fed.
Zoe (to Felix): I feel like I should make an inappropriate joke or do something to distract you but sadly, I can't think of anything.
Felix (to Zoe): It's alright. I'll feel better when I've had some food and we're on our way back to the other side of the ocean.
Zoe (to Felix): Come with me… There's an alley. Screw this old New York shit. We're going to go get some pizza. Some real pizza.
Felix (to Zoe): ...We're going where?
Zoe (to Felix): To my home on the other side so we can have pizza delivered. We need to get some space between us & this city. Unless, you'd prefer to find food here.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. No. Not precisely.
Zoe (to Felix): Well then, hold on… We'll go to the airship after we eat…
A moment later, at Poppy & Vincent's apartment; West Piedmont:
Zoe (to Felix): Oof. Woo… It's dark in here. Lights… There they are.
Felix (to Zoe): <whistles> This is where you live? I thought Poppa was a pirate, not a bloody prince.
Zoe (to Felix): Heehee. This was my mom's apartment, the lifestyle of the glamorous spy, I guess. Make yourself comfortable. I'll call in our order. I'll just get a fairly simple one since you've never had it before. The remote control for the TV is on the couch.
Felix (to Zoe): Oh. Uh, right. I'll just... I'll let you muck with that.
Zoe (to Felix): Heh. If you want to wander around, feel free. Just avoid the spiral staircase, that goes up to my parent's room.
Felix (to Zoe): Somehow, that does not surprise me. You went from living on the streets to this? That's quite an upgrade... Damned bloody hell... Look at the photographs in this time. Better than paintings.
Zoe (to Felix): Heh. God, don't look at that. Mom insisted that there should be, at least, one nice photo of me for the wall.
Felix (to Zoe): It is a very nice photo of you...
Zoe (to Felix): Are you kidding? I look like a tool… Oooo. That's the doorbell. Pizza's here!
Felix (to Zoe): I'm fairly certain that's not a flattering description. I think you look right fine... So this is your pizza, is it?
Zoe (to Felix): Yeah, I hope you like it… Wanna watch a movie?
Felix (to Zoe): Certainly smells good. I'm sure I'll like it just fine. I think I'd like a movie as well.
Zoe (to Felix): Okay. What would you like to drink?
Felix (to Zoe): Just water is fine... This is delicious.
Zoe (to Felix): Heehee. I'm glad you think so… Feeling better, now?
Felix (to Zoe): I'm going to be damned heartbroken when I can't get it back home. ... I am. Thank you. Being back there was... It felt like I never left. Like all the old feelings of the place were frozen in the bloody buildings themselves. Like they were all there waiting for me. Like I was going to be shoved back into the same place I was before I left... Sorry, pretty girl. You're trying to show me a good meal and a movie. Forget about it.
Zoe (to Felix): No, it's okay. You can talk to me about anything. I know I babble and act like an idiot but I just do it because half the time I feel like screaming and it's a whole lot easier to play the fool than to deal with the shit in my brain, sometimes.
Felix (to Zoe): You know I don't think you're an idiot or a fool, Zoe. That certainly isn't why I don't talk to you.
Zoe (to Felix): Heh. I know I'm not an idiot. I know you had a rough time & it's hard for you to talk about it. But, I'm willing to listen.
Felix (to Zoe): Heh. Don't I know it? Thank you for worrying about me, pretty girl. If I'm rea-- When I'm ready, you'll be the first I come to.
Zoe (to Felix): That's all I ask… Let's cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.
Felix (to Zoe): That sounds grand.
