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[She accepts her fate as a butrrito with no fuss. Perhaps this was her plan all along, to be the cosiest of them all. ]

He tried for months to bone everyone in my old flat, actually. He's not a quitter.

[It had been very, very new for her. It still is in a lot of ways. ] But we were just mates, for a while. First time we did anything I was so hungover I nearly cried at his doorstep. It was really attractive, honestly.

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[She's a fiend. Though he makes a sympathetically pained face at the mention of the hangover.]

Rumtila?

[Never 4get.]

So you were just mates, and then you started fucking and now you're planning to elope. [This isn't helping disprove his point, tbh.]

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Rumtila. [Even now, her stomach's turning.

It's a nice memory, that horrendous walk to Petre's old flat while desperately wanting to lie on the pavement and die. Jem shrugs as much as she can inside her burrito. ] Oh, he'll never marry me. He might melt at the altar. My point is that that wasn't a guaranteed thing. Petre's fucking a million people and he's not in love with them!

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Yeah yeah, you're one in a million. You can stop selling yourself, I bought in ages ago.

[He ducks away, stretching out on the bed with his elbows on the pillow.]

It happens though, and it happens the other way round - a few fucks then disaster - way more often.

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[She doesn't unwrap herself, but she moves and wiggles until she's on her side with her elbow propped up and her cheek in her hand. She watches Freddie for a long moment, quiet and contemplative. Theoretically, she gets this. Caring for people is a terrifying prospect, especially when people you have cared about end up being objectively shit.

But Freddie talks himself round and round, talks in honesty and then back pedals enough to make you forget he was honest about he feels at all. She huffs out a sigh, deflating a little. She's lost the thread of where he's trying to get with this, of what he's trying to say. ]

Your a big boy Freddie, falling for somebody isn't going to kill you here.

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Fucks sake, I haven't "fallen for someone" in ten years. [Not entirely true but close enough to count.] That's not the thing that - [SIGH]

Forget it. Just try not to call him daddy if he comes round.

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Freddie. I'm trying to listen.

[Her face, even concerned, probably looks ridiculous when there's quilt up to her chin.]

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[Well. There's no other option here but to reach across and boop her nose.]

I've finished talking.

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[It's in her very nature to argue that, but she doesn't. Instead she wiggles and frees the quilt, heavy and warm, and tosses it over him too. It doesn't matter if they're a little topsy-turvey, the pillows at the other end and the sheets below them messed up.

It's comfortable. She likes this. ]

So we're in quiet time now?

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Time out.

[He crosses one finger across the top of another to make a T before lazily reaching across to pull her closer and shuffle in, himself. Quiet time. It stretches almost 20 seconds.]

...So, is your dad single?

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Happily married.

[Give or take a few family tragedies. ]

And I wouldn't take mum on, she got handy with a chainsaw.

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Must run in the family. Along with your great taste in fancying me.

[Well technically, that would be lookalikes of her family. Close enough, and also probably genetic.]

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God, aren't you full of yourself.

[If Kieren could hear him now, he'd be getting pelters for his ego, really. Jem owes it to them both to do it in his absence. ]

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Only when I'm not full of someone else.

[Look, what is he supposed to do with that set up. At least he stops short of adding like your dad.]