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[thenormalsquint]

Just because the lights are on doesn't mean anybody's actually home, or in this case, the shop's actually open. Sorry to break your little precious hearts, but there'll be no Visitors' Day specials today at Passione. Yes, I understand other shops are doing it, but not this one, mainly because we're closed at this hour of the night.

[And currently there are a lack of employees and such other things a business requires.]

Feel free to stop by and tell this lone worker hello if you care to, maybe bring me a coffee and a donut, maybe a late night dinner too. Just saying. It'll be your good deed for the day.


[ooc: Action/Audio welcome since she's at the shop. Everything is fair game except anything past S4 of Bones. Anything else she can easily forgot by *~*magic*~*.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Angela shakes her head, knowing damn well that she should really listen to logic and reasoning and tell him that they should eat dinner as platonically as possible and maybe he can give her advice on how to run a business and how to best distribute his belongings, but if this is really going to be the last time that they'll have what they'll have (or had), selfishness wins out above all.

She chuckles softly, but it sounds sad as she runs a few fingers through his hair.]

I'm afraid I want to be greedy today, but you're allowed to say no to me sometimes. Especially now.

[threadthefire]

I'm just as selfish as you are. If you want me to stay, I'm staying.

[He kisses the tip of her nose and gives her a squeeze. He would be content to just hold her the rest of the night, just like this.]

[thenormalsquint]

[The smile returns to her lips, small and still as sad, but it's there as her fingers ruffle through his hair, instinctively remembering exactly how he liked his scalp massaged.]

You're terrible for me. Always have been.

[threadthefire]

I feel much the same way.

[His eyes close at the simple pleasure. Part teasing, part just losing himself in the dream. That this is something real. That this is something he can hold onto. It's a lie, but it's one he's willing to believe just a little while longer.]

How do you want to spend the weekend, love? I've a feeling there's some things we need to talk about.

[thenormalsquint]

[There are so many things she would love to do this weekend, but it's inhumanly impossible to do even half of them in the little bit of time that they have. Honestly, before pleasure there's business to handle and Angela, as much as she wants to skip that responsible step, pulls away from Cinna just long enough to turn and face him.]

So... you and me. We're officially... over?

[It hurts to say it so bluntly, but there's no other way to pretty it up in order to make sure they're both on the same level.]

[threadthefire]

[He holds her tighter, wincing, not quite able to meet her eyes.]

I will never be over you. But if you're asking if it's wise for me to rip your clothes off right here, then I'm afraid I have say no, I don't think that's a good idea.

[He brushes the hair away from the sides of her face.] I don't think it's fair to you, love. I don't know that I'll ever be back here again.

[thenormalsquint]

Not quite what I was asking, but thanks for confirming my second question.

[There's a smile, something that has some actual amusement behind it because in the end, Angela will probably ask him that particular question again just to doublecheck anyway.] I meant after you leave here, after this. Should I wait for you?

[Not that she usually would or have in the past with any of her lovers, but with him, things seem different. Angela can't say he held on with hope for her, but considering the fact that they basically jumped back together like nobody's business, maybe it would be only fair if she gave him the same amount of time he did to her. It'll be hard and painful, but love hurts. It's the way it's got to be.]

[threadthefire]

[He wants to say yes, to give himself that hope that he'll be back. That they can steal whatever time they can from these brief encounters. But he's always been pragmatic. Inspired, brilliant and hopeful, but still at the core, pragmatic.

It just wouldn't be fair.]

I want, more than anything, for you to be happy. If you find someone else who can make you smile your beautiful smile, and give you someone to curl up with and steal all the sheets, then I don't want you to miss that chance. Seize it. You never know when its going to be taken away.

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela nods because it's the way she would have lived, the rules she always lived by. Why would she disagree with him now? She never wanted him to be alone all those months she was gone; it's clear he doesn't want the same for her.]

I don't know what to do with your things. I get upset touching them.

[The words come out on a laugh, one that's self-deprecating because the wound is still so fresh and real.]

[threadthefire]

I'm so sorry, love.

[Pulling her close again, he presses another kiss to the top of her head. It's all he can do, it's all he can offer.]

If you like, I can sort through it this weekend.

[thenormalsquint]

Please.

[It's a big favor to ask him, well, something as simple as 'please move your things out because I'm too much of a emotional wreck to do it myself', but she feels comfortable admitting it to him. And feeling him pressed against doesn't make it any better because Angela feels like she can't control her hands from rubbing his upper arms, memorizing the way his muscles feel under his clothes because she might never be this close to him again.]

Not right now, though.

[threadthefire]

No, not right now.

[He makes no move to dissuade her, or to move them away from the comfortable position they've found them in. He's perfectly content to lay there for as long as she likes.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela does move a bit, just to shift positions so he's now laying on top of her--his weight was never a problem for her--with his head on her chest where he can hear her heart beat. Much like his arms, her hands are roaming and marking the way he's shaped to memory.]

I don't think I can put into words how much I miss you. Your voice, your scent, the way you steam up the bathroom when you take a shower. Everyday I had to wipe down the mirror to put on my makeup if I didn't want to put out my eye with mascara.

[threadthefire]

So says the woman who kept ducking into those showers and making them take far, far longer than they should.

[It's hard not to run his own hands over her hips, to feel the familiar curves beneath them, but for their sake, he stops. He simply rests with his arms around her.]

I wish I could be here for you.

[thenormalsquint]

I was trying to save water. It's always good to be earth conscious and you never complained so...

[This laugh is actually filled with humor, one that Angela hasn't felt for a while now, but it's cut short when she feels him stop himself from touching her. Maybe it's better this way.]

I know, baby. I wish you could too. Or I could be there for you. Don't say what I know you're going to say to that.

[That she doesn't need to be there in Panem. Just don't ruin the moment.]