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[ It's early in the morning when Ariadne makes her network post and she's obviously still tired, nursing a cup of coffee. The reason she's awake might be obvious -- in the background, even though there are no speakers anywhere nearby, a song is playing. ]

You know, I've never heard this song before in my life.

[ There's a pause so she can yawn into her cup of coffee. ]

But I think I like it. I'd like it even more if it didn't wake me up, though.

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I bloody well am trying, Ariadne. This is-

I never thought I'd have anything like this with anyone, alright? It scares me sometimes.

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[ There's a pause, and then: ] Me too.

Can we please finish this in person? I really hate doing it like this.

[ One hand goes to tuck some hair behind an ear before she nods. ] Yeah, okay.

Where are you? I can be there soon.

The townhouse. I think everyone else is asleep, though.

[ Of course, it's not like he can't just apparate them to her apartment. ]

Alright, I'll be over.

I'll be here.

[It's a few minutes later when he knocks on her door.]

[ There are no animals trying to get out this time; it's still early. Ariadne hasn't even changed out of what she went to bed in, in a t-shirt and shorts with her hair pulled up. Still, she at least put her coffee cup in the sink in those few minutes, and now she's answering the door. ]

... Hey.

Alright?

[This isn't awkward, is it?]

Still being followed around by music.

[ There's a step back so he can come inside. ] You?

[ It's a little awkward. ]

Been better. Obviously.

[He jams his hands in his pockets and steps in.]

Yeah.

[ She shuts the door behind him, suddenly wishing she hadn't pulled her hair up so she could run her hands through it again. ]

... So.

So.

[He scratches the back of his head, stalling just a little.]

What do you want to do now?

[ There's a heavy exhale, Ariadne looking up at the ceiling for a moment. ]

Well, we were talking.

Right.

[You wanna start...?]

[ Not really, no. ]

... Can we go to my apartment instead of having this conversation in the kitchen where Eames could walk in?

[ Arthur wouldn't even notice them until after he'd gulped down a cup of coffee. ]

Yeah, alright. Er, do you want to...?

[He holds out his hand. Take the fast way?]

Yeah, definitely.

[ Otherwise she'd have to put on pants instead of wearing her sleep shorts. She takes his hand, squeezing it slightly and giving him a soft smile. ]

[Oh. His heart's not allowed to do a little skip when she smiles at him like that. So unfair. There's the usual wish and swirl of apparation and they're in the flat.]

[ Ariadne's handling apparating much better than she did the first time and George should know it; she doesn't need to lean on him for balance anymore, doesn't need to take a minute to stop feeling like she's going to be sick. The music changes again, but Ariadne's not really paying attention, shifting to look at him instead -- and still holding onto his hand. ]

Talk to me?

[They arrived beside the sofa, and George sinks into it, closing his eyes.]

Tell me where to start.

[ She sits next to him, lightly stroking the back of his hand. ]

You said this scared you?

A lot of the time, yeah. This is, er, you're the first person I've ever wanted any of this with.

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