"Nine's good," John said automatically. It did sound like an invitation, on the face of it, and that and the smile threatened to derail his thought processes for the second time in twenty minutes.
He wrenched them back into line with an effort, telling himself not to be an idiot--that wasn't Kit's style, he could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and in any case he was in no fit state of mind to even contemplate it. Not that that stopped part of his mind from carrying on without his say-so, but there was really nothing he could do about that.
And then her question thankfully put him on more solid ground. "Nah, it's not dangerous. Nothing here will hurt you," he said firmly, shoving the memory of Aziraphale's discorporation and Pepper's brawl with War to a far corner of his mind. Adam wouldn't let anything like that happen to Kit, because...well, he just wouldn't, and that was all about it. "It just gets a bit odd now and again, is all."
He hesitated, half-tempted to stay put and get another drink (or two, or five) after she'd gone, but right now he honestly wasn't sure his stomach would take it. And he'd better find out what had Crowley in such a dither, anyway.* "Um. What floor you on? I'll walk you up. --As far as I'm going, anyway. ---I mean, if you want."
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*Not like he needed somebody to talk to or to make sure he didn't pull anything stupid or anything like that. Nope, not at all.
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Date: 2007-02-05 09:05 pm (UTC)He wrenched them back into line with an effort, telling himself not to be an idiot--that wasn't Kit's style, he could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and in any case he was in no fit state of mind to even contemplate it. Not that that stopped part of his mind from carrying on without his say-so, but there was really nothing he could do about that.
And then her question thankfully put him on more solid ground. "Nah, it's not dangerous. Nothing here will hurt you," he said firmly, shoving the memory of Aziraphale's discorporation and Pepper's brawl with War to a far corner of his mind. Adam wouldn't let anything like that happen to Kit, because...well, he just wouldn't, and that was all about it. "It just gets a bit odd now and again, is all."
He hesitated, half-tempted to stay put and get another drink (or two, or five) after she'd gone, but right now he honestly wasn't sure his stomach would take it. And he'd better find out what had Crowley in such a dither, anyway.* "Um. What floor you on? I'll walk you up. --As far as I'm going, anyway. ---I mean, if you want."
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*Not like he needed somebody to talk to or to make sure he didn't pull anything stupid or anything like that. Nope, not at all.