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[synanthrope]

[There's crying, here.

It's a woman crying, a woman who does not realize she's being recorded on audio.]

I don't think-

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[There's no one else speaking, and then the sound of a door opening, and a very low kind of wail - not loud, just insistent.]


[ooc: Replies will come from torqued]

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[intheblanks]

I have no idea what the average would be.

[With the spider back, hundreds, maybe.]

[torqued]

One, I hope.

[intheblanks]

Well that's going to make for a slow build up to a rugby team.

[torqued]

We'll get all my nieces and nephews, once they're born.

[intheblanks]

I'm not sure I want to break up the infighting in that crowd. Do you-

[He's not actually sure it's a question, but.]

You want to have kids?

[torqued]

[She goes quiet]

I don't know.

[intheblanks]

If it was just you?

[torqued]

[She looks over at him, presses a kiss to his mouth]

If it was just me, and you? If I could guarantee, absolutely, that I would go home with you?

Yes.

[intheblanks]

[He takes a while, takes it in before letting his chin dip in what might be a nod, might just be acceptance.]

Thank you for telling me that.

[torqued]

Yes. Of course.

[intheblanks]

[And another of those long, quiet pauses.]

You're [He can't bring himself to say it's] not evil. I wouldn't be here if I thought that.

[torqued]

[She laughs a little-]

At least I know you're not in it for the emotional detachment.

[intheblanks]

[Honesty? Honesty.]

It helped for a while. Then somewhere along the line I became an achilles heel.

[torqued]

Thank you.

For falling in love with me. Even though you know.

[intheblanks]

[His fingers brush against her side where his arms have settled round her, painting patterns.]

Your secret's her, her secret's you. It took knowing both those things. After that? It wasn't hard at all.