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[stefanged]

"It's Stefan. Leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can."

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[delincuente]

I don't know, haven't talked to her yet.

[She is honestly a little bit ashamed of that - she isn't sure what she's holding out for, but she just feels like she can't get a stranger involved in her life yet. Not while she's still such a mess, hung up on everyone who even looks her way. She wouldn't be a very fun date, not right now.]

I'm tired, Stef. Part of me just wants to curl up in bed and stay there.

[stefanged]

[He squeezes her hand tightly.] Bed does sound kinda nice.

Except, if you stay in too long, you miss out on things like desert moons, and stupid barfights, and people who don't mind hanging out with you.

[The one downside of being on reality TV: the real world can't distract you as much with things like jobs and school and other social circles to immerse yourself in. He's kinda missing what he had in Jordan way more than he ever thought he would.] If you're gonna crawl back into bed, at least have some tea before you crash.

[delincuente]

[She manages a smile, bumping his shoulder lightly with her own.]

As long as you don't get me addicted to it. You don't want to see me with the extra caffeine.

[stefanged]

Somehow, I don't think that's possible.

[He caves into temptation, reaching over and giving her a quick hug before he hops off to brew some tea.] From what I understand, I'm in a class all my own on there.

[delincuente]

[She hugs him back, letting go a bit sooner than she would have liked.]

Hey, who knows. Maybe it's just a supernaturals thing. Maybe I could get addicted too, and the whole ship would become this black tea crack den.

[stefanged]

God, I don't even want to imagine the day.

[His voice is light as ever, but he's so making faces at her as he grabs the mugs.]

We're already two-fifths of the way there with James and me. Let's try not to drag Max and Kirito down with us.

[delincuente]

[Alex laughs a little at that.]

Clearly, we're the most emotionally healthy crew in the Fleet.

[stefanged]

Course we are.

[He laughs too, brewing the tea for them like it's old habit (well, because it's old habit).] We're the best ship on this Fleet, aren't we?

[delincuente]

[She slides off of the counter, and comes to lean a couple of feet beside him. Tentatively, she stretches out her foot to prod at his.]

Yeah. We really are.