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[There's a crash and a giant paw obscures the view for a moment before it's replaced by a black nose attached to puppy. With devilish doggie delight the device disappears into the puppy's maw as the puppy runs away.]

No! Don't - that's not a... toy thing!

[It's hard to tell from the inside of a dog's mouth, but it sounds like there's running involved.]

Not into the shop - the shoes... Someone catch that dog!

[Suddenly you can see again as the puppy barks, dropping the device and running off, Cinna's neat and immaculately cared for shoes run after it.]

[ooc: Open to anything and everything, even action of you feel like helping Cinna corral his new puppy in the shop. BRING IT.]

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I'm perfectly fine with accepting this blame, I hope you know.

[She's standing somewhere outside, and if it looks familiar, it's only about a half block away. Angela wasn't sure if he'd be comfortable seeing her.]

You look good.

[He's noticed, but he won't say anything. He'd like to see her, but he could understand if she was hesitant.]

Thank you. From what I see, you look lovely as always.

What did I tell you about flattery?

[She takes this as a sign that it's okay to show up in person now, and there's the start of a slow walk towards the shop.]

You know, he or she is going to be moose-sized soon.

He.

[He notes the location and starts to look for the puppy again, finding him with a pair of leather boots that were apparently chew toys now.]

You think so? I asked for something large and friendly.

Well, it's a Great Dane. They don't call them great for nothing. Knowing how you are, I wouldn't keep him around the shop for much longer.

[He's a little unsettled.]

How large do they get?

Pretty big. The tallest dog in the world is a Great Dane.

[The walk gets slower until it comes to a complete stop right in front of the shop.]

I'm outside. [What an obvious announcement.]

I can tell.

[He picks up the puppy and heads to the front door, holding it open for her. Manners, after all.]

Come on in, you don't need to be a stranger.

[She smiles at him, a familiar and warm expression she kept around just for him. Angela steps inside, holding back the urge to hug him only if because there'll be a puppy squished between them.]

I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me.

I'll always want to see you, Angela, rest assured on that.

[Wiggly puppy is wiggly and happy to see new people. He might even yip a little.]

Come on up to my office, we can let him run around and I can order you something to eat - are you hungry?

Starving, but I want to hold this little guy first.

[Stretching her arms out to Cinna, it's clear that the little guy she's referring to doesn't mean the puppy.]

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I'm not that short, darling.

[Holding the puppy out of the way, he gladly wraps an arm around her, holding tight, almost afraid to let go. He knows it won't last, but he will hold onto it as long as he can.]

I missed you.

[What Angela really means is that she never knew how much she missed him until now, how much she missed the scent of his cologne, the way his hair falls at the nape of his neck. All the little things she forgot when she went back to D.C. come rushing back to her in the span of a few seconds.]

I'm sorry.

[He manages to keep most of the grief from his voice but not all of it. She smells the same, feels the same, and he knows that in a day or two she will leave the same-shaped hole in his heart.]

There's nothing that's your fault. This place enjoys its games.

[He pulls away and takes her hand, leading her back to his office. He doesn't want this reunion to be public, it wasn't appropriate. He doesn't want to share her.]

[And he doesn't have to. Call it a little selfish of her, but she only stopped by to see him so far. She isn't about to share the little bit of time they have together.]

It doesn't matter. It hurt and I know it.

[Angela may not have had any control over when she left, but she has some control over how she responds to it. The only thing she can and will do is apologize for unintentionally being the one that left him with that grief.]

You're here now, makes it all better.

[Which is a lie, but one he's willing to tell. The pain will return, his apartment will feel empty again and he will go one. He endures.

Entering the office, he sets the puppy on the floor where it scampers off to the little bed he has set up in the corner with some toys.]

[And he shouldn't have to; no one should, but Angela is powerless to stop it. They all are.

Now in his office, she takes a moment to glance around to see if there are any changes to the place, but after a few seconds Angela gives up and start looking at only him. Whatever else is around her doesn't matter.]

You know what I want to ask you. [Did you find somebody else? Are you happy? How can I fix your sadness?]

[The only change is the puppy and the drawings scattered around are of spring fashions instead of winter and fall.]

Ask me anyway.

[Once he's certain the puppy is occupied, he can focus on her, leaning on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms over his chest. It's defensive, but he can't help it. Meanwhile, his eyes just take her in, the crinkles around her eyes from smiling, the wayward curls, the elegant lines of her body, all of it just as he remembers.]

[Angela can see the defensive stance and can't really blame him for it. She came into his life like a whirlwind, left like one, and came back in all the same. But she won't dare invade his personal space as long as he has that body language, so she moves to sit on the couch, casually but not too much. With her leg tugged underneath her, she purses her lips before asking.]

Are you dating again?

No. I've been too busy.

[Doing what he always does, losing himself in his work, burying the pain in brilliant color and cut. Whatever else happens, the spring line will be stupendous.

Meanwhile, he can't bear to see her sitting over there alone so he moves to sit next to her, one arm slung over the back of the couch and the other on his knee. He doesn't know how to do this, no one's explained it to him.]

I still have some of your paints and canvasses, a few odds and ends. I gave the rest to your friends or the Welcome Center, but you'll have things to wear the next few days if you need them.

[That's probably the answer she was most afraid of. Granted, she wouldn't be overjoyed knowing he'd found somebody else just because Angela is human and liable to have feelings, but she knows that Cinna will work himself to death if he could just to avoid dealing with things. One is really better than the other.

Scooting over to make room for him, Angela falls quiet for a few seconds as her fingers spiderwalk across his arm.]

You're not happy.

[It's obvious, given that no one is happy in the City, but still. Angela can't deny it. His comfort is more important than a change of clothes or where her belongings went.]

Almost every person I cared for disappeared in a matter of weeks, Angela, even I can't bury all of that overnight.

[He catches the crawling fingers and presses them to his lips. It seems she still uses the same hand creme and the scent of it fills his nose.]

I know.

[Angela bite backs the apology that's fighting to come out. It won't help. All she can give him is a guarantee that she hasn't changed in the time she's been gone. For her, it's only been a few months in which things have happened, but nothing that involves him or her feelings for him. This much is sure as she moves her hand to stroke his jawline, remembering the way his bones lie just underneath his warm skin.]

I hate that you're alone.

[It's easy to pretend. To close his eyes and pretend that she'll still be here when the weekend's passed. But he's seen too many of these days come and go to truly believe it. Still, he tries. Narrowing his focus to the familiar touch of her hand.]

I'm not alone now.

I'll try to stay as long as I can.

[Truly, she knows the length of her visit isn't up to her, but it's nice to pretend, if only for a little while. Nothing ever stays the same so Angela's going to take this moment for what it is.

She sighs softly, letting her hand slip into his hair, fingers rubbing along his scalp in the way she always did. It gives her just enough leverage to tug him gently towards her for a kiss, deep and soul-satisfying.]

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