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     [ Private : Chris D'Amico ]

     ...Do me a favor. Just shut up and tell me where I am with your item.

     [ Spam : Mindy Macready ]

     [And there's only one thing that combination could mean. Slevin pretty much hangs up on Chris without another word and moves to track down Mindy before he can chicken out, before he can think of what to say or reasons why he shouldn't. He has to beat his brain to the punch. That's the only way.]

     [ Spam : Cassel Sharpe ]

     [This is another one he can't let himself think about. Not because he won't do it if he does, but because the two of them don't think. They get along better that way. Slevin returns from talking to Mindy and doesn't go to his own door, but to Cassel's. He knocks this time, even though he has the key, and he waits.]

     [ Spam : Chris D'Amico ]

     [The next morning, instead of an assassin sitting at Slevin's typical place for their morning meetings, there is a piece of pie and a baseball card. The assassin himself is nowhere in sight.

     Someone is enjoying their newly regained anonymity.]

     [ Video : CR ]

     [So, after his former warden basically punks him out, this is an awkward conversation. He's the most serious many will have seen him without actually being pissed off, and clearly uncomfortable.]

     So. I know I've been a prick, and I'm still a prick. I know I should have something profound to say here, but I don't. Just... thanks.

     I'm going home.

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Fuck off Slevin, I'm busy. Did you get your hand caught in a drain or something? If you did I'm gonna be pissed.

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Chris.

Christ, asshole.

[Chris pulls up his item - his stupid teddy bear - and shakes it.

And shakes it]

What the fuck?

You can't, can you?

[Someone sounds...

...strangely breathless.]

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[Because Slevin has the key - because he often, even if not always, just lets himself in - Cassel doesn't expect it to be him. Maybe he should, because Ilia slinks down off the bed and winds his way to the door, and he does that rarely enough.]

[But Cassel isn't thinking. He's worrying. So he opens the door without thinking, takes a step back when he sees who it is.]

Hey. What's, um . . . ?

[This is the problem with not thinking: Slevin has absolutely nothing ready to go when Cassel opens the door. That isn't usually a problem, he thrives on spinning bullshit out of thin air, but this time his wit fails him and he stares back at Cassel dumbly.

He doesn't um. He taught himself not to um. He's also aware that in the next moment, the only way to describe what he does is "blurt."]

....I graduated.

[Ilia twines between Slevin's legs. Cassel stares.]

You what?

[He remembers Zane, when he graduated. The anger that was there, that Cassel knew would be there. Cassel isn't angry, though. He's . . . ]

[ . . . not here.]

[He backs into his room, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.]

Seriously?

[Slevin doesn't know what he expected, but he thinks maybe it was nothing because he's neither relieved nor disappointed by Cassel not reacting at all. He waits and, in the waiting, reaches down to scoop up Ilia and steps into the room unbidden by anything but Cassel's retreat from the hallway.

He closes the door behind him, looks down as he scratches the cat's ears.]

Yeah. Seriously. I...

Really did.

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[ That'd be one tiny bitchcakes, right there, heading from the mess after her meal to sit in her room and stare at the walls and pretend she's not bothered by the utter lack of anything in her life resembling an actual life. ]

[ She hears him, but only just. Glances over her shoulder, ponytail making nary a sound as it slides over her back. ]

Oh. Hey, Slev.

[Slev. It's not even his name, not really, and he doesn't like nicknames even when it is his name, but he realizes that he doesn't mind it so much and that he's not sure when that happened or what it means.

Well, he knows what it means obviously, but he doesn't know what it means and it's the casual way she greets him that finally makes it all hit home.

He'd have given anything for this at her age. He catches up to her and draws up short, chewing on his lip.]

Hey. You got a minute?

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

[ It trips warning triggers in her mind, that sort of urgency. Got a minute is code. I want to talk to about something. Usually with something of importance, some weight to it. ]

[Rightfully so - there are layers to urgency, though, and this one is weighted but not with anything that will require them to start taking out hits on the people around them. There's no real danger here, though Slevin glances around and then opens the nearest blank door, tilts his head in invitation.

The door has barely clicked closed before he just says it. For all his linguistic acrobatics and cleverdick banter, this deserves something more honest, and not a moment longer than necessary to pass before it's in her possession.]

I graduated. Chris got his deal.

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Good luck and Godspeed, Slevin.

Thanks. I...

You too.

[Oh, cool, have some mutual discomfort. All this sincerity!]

Thanks for what?

[If it helps any, sincerity still only goes so far with Slevin.]

It won't make much sense to you.

Yeah. It doesn't. That's why I asked.

[She's so happy about this, she can't even.]

Aye, but you're our prick.

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I'm sending you me phone number. You get into any trouble a lost girl with a timetravelling bus can 'elp get you out of, give us a call, eh?

[He starts to protest, then huffs out half a sigh, half a laugh.]

I haven't been anyone's anything in a long time, but I doubt you're anything like lost.

I am if I don't feel like being found. Slevin - Henry - which are you going to be? Or are you going to name yourself summat new?

Slevin was a cover. I'm done with it now.

Henry might be better off dead.

...I always wanted to be a James.

I'll miss you, Slevin. Take care of yourself, okay?

I always do.

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Do you remember... that flood. With the memories. Do you remember me being in yours, or being in mine?

Yes, I remember.

You had a lot of family around you. I could feel that, as part of the memory, not just see it.

Did you... could you tell? About mine, in my memory?

[Could she tell that he didn't have any friends, that Goodkat may have been his guardian but Henry hadn't felt beholden to him beyond their alliance even at that age?]