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[It's been less than 24 hours since he landed back here, and already Jeremiah's finding himself breathing easier. It's drier here, the winter colder, and he welcomes it, in spite of years in Area 11. The mainland will always be his home, after all.

Pendragon sometimes feels less so, and other times more. It still feels like fate brought him here, it just depends on how surreal that particular moment feels to him. Right now, all he can do is keep strolling about the grounds, gaze sweeping the gardens, the sprawling build of the place, the mountains in the distance.

It's good to be back.]

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This isn't a bad alternative. [Yeah, he chuckles all right, leaving his cape as is in favor of making his way to stand before Gino, brows raised, neither blatant nor covert in the way he observes the other man.]

Really though, you haven't gotten dressed all this time, have you?

[ He grins a little, still a bit on the dopey side, and settles back down on the bed, leaving the sheet bunched at his hip and resting his head on his arm. ]

Nope. I figured I needn't bother, considering the circumstances.

I should have known better than to think you were done with me already.

[Jeremiah tilts his head.] And? Have you managed to sober up?

I think so.

[ He still feels a little loopy, but that could be a result of the intense post-sex power nap he just woke up from. ]

What about you? Did you slur your way through that report, or what?

You underestimate me yet again, Lord Weinberg. I'm not a lightweight, two glasses of wine won't-

[Which is when he's interrupted by a knock on the door. It's tea, presumably, but just in case Jeremiah makes quick work of his cape and carelessly tosses it over Gino's reclining form. And if it lands on his face too, well. He's not really paying attention, he's just heading over to the door now.]

Ah. Timely as ever.

[ Gino knows better than to yell about it, just in case it's someone important—not that it's a real huge secret or that he really has to hide, but he does show at least some modicum of tact when he needs to. All he makes is a muffled noise, and then reaches up to pull the cape up over the rest of his head, giving himself a pocket to peek out of.

It covers him pretty well, but if someone were to step in and look at him, it wouldn't be a very good job at hiding. He watches from his cape-hood as the tea is delivered, his eyes and the end of his nose and a big grin visible underneath like a half-invisible Cheshire cat. ]

Teatime? Already?

[If the maid notices, she shows no indication, not looking past Jeremiah as he simply takes the tray from her at the door, nor batting an eyelash when he asks for a second cup, which she procures from her cart. She just smiles politely and bows her way out. As expected.]

Absolutely. It's a good way to end off the night, which is what I had originally been anticipating.

[Jeremiah only sends him a playfully accusatory glance as he sets the tray down on the table not far away, and begins fixing himself a cup.]

[ Maturely, Gino makes a face at him, and then pushes the cape off of his head once the maid is gone. He doesn't bother to take it all the way off, though, or to get up. He just goes on lounging there under Jeremiah's cape, stretched out as far as he can get without hanging off the edge of the bed. ]

There are better ways to end off the night, ones that are a lot more fun and don't involve tea.

Oh? Well goodness, I can't imagine what those would be.

[Jeremiah just turns to him, smirking faintly, taking a sip from his cup.]

Besides, this is quite a good chamomile blend. Are you sure you wouldn't like any?

Mmmmaybe. If you fix it the way I like it.

[ Rolling over to look at him upside down. ]

You still remember how that is, right?

[All you're getting is an eyeroll at first, but he sets his own down after a moment to go about fixing a second.]

I'm not sure I could forget.

Well, I am pretty unforgettable.

[ Yes he knows that isn't what he meant. No he doesn't care. Stretching his arms up over his head, still upside down. ]

Unforgettably disgusting, perhaps.

[When he brings the cup over, it's noticeably paler than his own, and offered forward with a look of faint distaste.]

I added sugar and honey, just in case. That's bound to be enough, isn't it?

[ Rolling back over and sitting up, finally. The cape does a slightly better job of staying on him than the sheet did, but that's not saying much when he isn't laying down. And when he reaches to take the cup that whole notion goes out the window again, but oh well.

He has himself a sip and paused to consider the taste for a moment, scrunching his nose. ]

Perfect! It's always the best when it tastes exactly how you were never supposed to drink it when you had to follow rules.

[ FUCK RULES. :D slurp ]

Yes, well. I'm sure you'll thank yourself for it later when you have diabetes.

[Jeremiah sips his own cup, then takes a seat next to him on the edge of the bed.]

Probably. I'll have lived a pretty sweet life.

[ hur hur. He makes use of Jeremiah's arm almost immediately, as it was clearly put there, in that spot, on this earth, for him to lean on right at this very moment (and if not, tough shit). ]

You should consider sweetening up a little sometime. Before you get all puckered up and sour.

Not likely.

[Jeremiah doesn't fight that in the least, just sipping his tea calmly. Really, it's not odd for him to actually be amicable with the other man, all things considered. Which isn't always saying much, but it's better than it used to be. And right now, he's got about no complaints as Gino smashes himself up against his arm.]

Don't be so sure! Everybody needs a little sugar sometimes.

[ He takes a short sip of his sugar-with-a-little tea, glancing up. ]

Unless they want to be sour lemons instead of sweet oranges.

Please, you're sweet enough for the both of us. You wouldn't like pestering me so much otherwise.

Haha, listen to you! That was almost charming until you ruined it.

[ Nudge. ]

As if you'd have it any other way.

["Liking pestering someone" and liking someone are one and the same with Gino, after all. And like he could say the other thing? Please. That would be, like, so gay.]

I guess you're right. It just wouldn't be the same if I were the more serious one.

[ Impossible. For awhile Gino just sits there against Jeremiah's arm, nursing his tea without bothering to sip it. He always liked it better lukewarm, anyway. ]

[He's equally content, it seems, to sit in silence with him, sipping his own bit by bit. It isn't making him quite so sleepy, but he's at least unwinding, so that's enough.]

[ Eventually he takes a sip, when he's reasonably positive it won't be as hot, and lets his cheek slump against Jeremiah's shoulder. ]

I'm starting a petition, by the way. Yours will be the first signature other than mine, if you agree to help.

And what would that be?

[Sip.]

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