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Who: Mike and Sid
Where: Plato's
When: Today
What: Clothing shopping
Status: Closed and incomplete
Rating: Pg

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There was, apparently, some strange things going on in town, Sid noted, dropping a line to a girl called Lulu before he headed out to meet Mike at Plato's. Hands stuffed into his pockets and shoulders hunched to try to keep out the cold, Sid trudged out of the hotel, remembering to have left Bod's key at the front desk, just in case.

From what Sid had managed to gather from this Mike bloke, he was actually the age of Sid's departed father...and looked as though he was Sid's age. He'd, in fact, tasked the older Brit to helping him fit in. Like Sid was the right bloody person for that. Still, at the very least, he figured he might as well try and help the other boy pick out some clothes. Worst case scenario, Mike ended up looking like a chav. Best case, nobody even noticed he was middle-aged underneath the young exterior. Christ, that was weird.

As he approached, Sid noticed an older teenage boy standing about and Sid's stomach twisted uncomfortably. Please don't be Mike, please don't be Mike... he thought. Because, well...he

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Mike had actually been best friends with the biggest dork in high school his first time as a teenager even though he'd been a jock. Which was good, because now his best friend was an independently wealthy video game designer, while he was...unemployed. Apparently the geeks really did inherit the earth. Maybe this time Mike could be a geek. Or, maybe not.

The thin, pale kid with glasses coming his way stopped Mike cold for a minute, and he stared openly. This must be Sid...but he reminded Mike so much of his son. Not exactly in his looks but in the way he hunched in on himself as he was walking.

"Hey, Sid," Mike said, tipping his chin up in return greeting. "Thanks for meeting me here. And I'm sorry for staring. You just...really reminded me of Alex for a minute. My son."

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The staring had gone mostly unnoticed by Sid but the apology for it gave way to a shrug. "'s all right. You look like my best mate Tony," he replied reflexively. "Don't mention it," he added, reaching for his pack of cigarettes automatically and completely without conscious thought to what he was doing. As he pulled one out, he lazily offered the pack to Mike with one hand and lit up his fag with the other. "'nother tip, mate, from now on, best call him your cousin or brother or something," he supplied with a small smile. "Majority of blokes our age don't have kids, yet," he pointed out. Sure, there were the fair few about, but in the interest of blending, Sid thought maybe Mike would benefit from that reminder.

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Mike had to smile at that. "Really? That's pretty funny. I take it Tony didn't come here with you then." Mike shook his head as Sid offered him a cigarette, aside from a rebellious time in his mid-twenties, he hadn't smoked. This body didn't have nicotine cravings yet which was good. "No, but thanks." He turned beet red when Sid told him to call his son his brother or cousin because people their age didn't have children...because that was exactly what had set the course of his future. He had gotten his high school girlfriend pregnant at exactly this age. "Sure, yeah. Uh, of course."