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Date: January 6, 2001
Status: Private (John, Kit - Complete)
Setting: Manor Bar
Summary: O_o!

John was feeling content, for once. Things had been mostly quiet in the Manor since Aziraphale had left; that wouldn't last, for sure, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Crowley seemed to have rallied, Ellie was trying to do something constructive for a change, Belial and the Snob were keeping to themselves mostly, Loki had a regular coven of assorted mystical types working on his problem, Uriel's sprog was safely arrived and nobody seemed to be in the middle of a crisis; and as for John himself, he'd made a few friendly acquaintances of the human variety, and had some very pleasant New York memories to reflect on, and possibly a few more to look forward to.

Yeah, there was a shoe waiting to drop, no doubt about it. Likely a big, heavy boot covered in mud and less mentionable substances. But for right now, he was just going to sit here at the bar enjoying a pint, and let the madhouse look after itself for a bit.

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"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.

"Aye, all right. If you don't mind," Kit replied, trying not to sound as hesitant as she felt. She was uncomfortably aware that she and John, at least momentarily, must both have been thinking the same thing, and was just as certain that it wasn't going to happen. Neither of them was stupid enough to let it; or at least, she sincerely hoped so. Besides, by now her train of thought was shifting towards calculating the pros and cons of bolting for the door the way Crowley had earlier, and she wouldn't be surprised if John was thinking something of the same sort.

She'd deserve it, after all. She'd brought this upon him, without warning, and not the other way around. In fact, she should probably say something to that affect, she thought, but still hadn't clue what that something might be. She got up from her seat at the bar.

"Shall we?"

John nodded and rose as well, putting out his own cigarette and leaving the sodden mass of napkins where it was. He'd apologize to Belial later, if it came up.

He thought about offering her his arm, but not quite sure how she'd take it, he settled for falling in beside her at a respectable distance. "You'd be on the third floor, I expect?" he guessed. The big suites on the second were all occupied, as far as he knew.

Kit nodded as they fell into stride. She couldn't help but notice the polite distance between them as they entered the lobby; it felt odd, walking next to John like some recent acquaintance.

"In what used to be your room," she said, a hint of dryness to her tone, "or so I hear." She'd thought it odd when Adam had mentioned it to her, and by now was fairly well convinced that putting her in John's room had been no accident on the young man's part. "Unless that was just another bit of fun that Adam was havin'."

She was grateful when they reached the stairs, giving her some excuse to keep her gaze occupied.

"Yeah? Last door on the left?" John rolled his eyes as she nodded. Just what game does that boy think he's playing? "Brilliant. I'll have to kick his arse for him then, squeezing you into that little hole in the wall." He hadn't minded the small space--liked it better than the one he was in now, which felt cavernous and ridiculously overdecorated by comparison, in fact--but there'd be precious little room up there for an artist to work, and the lighting was totally inadequate. Of course, if Kit only stayed a day or two, it'd be a moot point.

"It'll do," Kit replied vaguely. John had been, perhaps, waiting for a more definite answer on how long she would be staying; Kit had rather been hoping someone could miraculously answer that same question for her. "But if I decide his arse needs kickin', I'll let you know."

She paused when they reached the second floor landing, giving him a tentative glance. "This you, then?"

"Yeah." He nodded down the hall toward his door. "That one right at the end, if you, uh--" He stumbled, hurriedly discarding want and need before settling on "--if anything comes up. Desk'll ring you through if you call down there, too."

Here he halted, caught between saying "Good night" and a terrible, unreasoning sense that when Kit went on up the stairs she'd once again vanish from his life without a trace. However he might tell himself it would probably be for the best if she did, the thought was already enough to inspire something akin to panic. Not good, not good at all.

"See you tomorrow, then," he said at last, awkwardly. But he found he could summon up a smile, if an uncertain one. They'd been friends once, he and Kit--there had to be something left of that, if they could just get past the other thing enough to find it. If that's what they were going to do. Should do.

Christ, he needed a drink.

"Right. Well, you know where I'll be," Kit returned, though her gaze had become somewhat absorbed with the stairwell decor.

She was glad John could manage a smile in her direction; she just wished it wouldn't make her feel so damned girly. Honestly, if she started blushing again...

But she was almost surprised, after the stunt she'd pulled, that they were standing here saying good night in a civil manner. It was good, really, that they could leave it at that: awkward pleasantries seemed better at that moment than nothing at all.

She took a breath as though to speak, but no words came, and so she let it out slowly in an almost inaudible sigh. "Good night, John," she said, for the first time in years. And, returning the smile, she made her way up the next flight of stairs to her own room.

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