you're gonna love tomorrow, i'm making it my personal guarantee

[praevaricatio]

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[praevaricatio]

( And the -- oven beeps! )

Right on schedule.

( He kisses him back, again. )

The tray's there if you can handle it.

[maleficum]

I've got it.

[David nods as he goes to grab the tray, bringing it over and sliding it into the oven when indicated.]

[praevaricatio]

Should just be fifteen minutes.

( He's just staring now. )

I gotta say, I. like having you here. I could get used to this.

[maleficum]

I like being here.

[Being on his own sucks, even if he doesn't act like it. But it takes a lot of energy to seem unaffected by everything, and he's glad not to have to expend it.]

We work better this way.

[praevaricatio]

We always have. People don't get past us when we work together.

( A hand on his shoulder pulls David back close, locking him in between his legs. )

You are my favorite person.

[maleficum]

You're mine too.

[And one of the very few people he actually likes, so there's that.]

We'll figure this out.

[praevaricatio]

We will.

( Or, he'll be out of a job. Maybe his second job. Though, if he was reassigned, he'd still be employed. If he quit The Colony, he could just be the small town neuro guy. But, hopefully, things turn out. Step one is having D here. )