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I remember dancing. Why?

[hypoxic]

I think I did more than that.

But I'm not sure who with.

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I'm sorry to hear that.

[She's not surprised, but she is sorry.]

I don't think it was me. Last I remember was sending you back to the bar when you couldn't keep up.

[hypoxic]

They drugged us.

[It should be outrageous]

[deaddrop]

I noticed that.

Are you okay?

[hypoxic]

Going to have to be.

[deaddrop]

Not if you don't want to be.

You think it was one of the demons?

[hypoxic]

Maybe. They seemed eager to pull us out of ourselves.

[deaddrop]

Suppose it doesn't do much good guessing.

Did you get back down to the basement?

[hypoxic]

Haven't yet.

[He'd forgotten about the basement altogether.]

Still a bit disorientated.

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You've had enough on your plate.

[hypoxic]

I think my girlfriend is here. Don't know when she might've arrived.

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That's got to be comforting, even if you'd rather she weren't here.

[hypoxic]

It's complicated.

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Want to talk about it?

[hypoxic]

You'd listen?

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I offered, didn't I?

[hypoxic]

You did. I'm just not used to it.

You don't always take the time out.

[ He certainly sounds familiar even though they've only spoken a few times. ]

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[It does seem like a strong generalization for someone she's only known a couple of months, even if he is from the same world.]

I have time now.

[hypoxic]

D'you want to take a walk? Still raining, but it looks like the fire's died down.

[deaddrop]

I'll get an umbrella.

[hypoxic]

Thanks. See you soon.

[He'll be downstairs to meet her, washed and looking more put together than he had been yesterday.]

[deaddrop]

[The fact he looks together doesn't escape her notice. It's probably not a bad sign. She hopes it's not a bad sign, at least. She doesn't know him well enough to know for sure.]

Hey. Didn't catch you at a bad time?

[hypoxic]

Not at all.

[He's not exactly smiling, but he's also not the type of person who does that often.]

And it can't hurt to get a bit of a walk in. Keeps the blood going. Like a good workout.

[Because he does so many of those, from the looks of him.]

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No, I don't think a walk's going to hurt either of us.

[Natasha nods toward the door; true to her word, she's carrying an umbrella.]

So your girl showed up?

[Hard to be happy for them when they're here.]