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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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"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.

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"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?"

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"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.

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"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.