001 // Don't worry now. It's all under Control.

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A. Action for Rita.

[Dexter curls into the warmth of the other person in bed briefly before FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT. Like the quilt goes flying level of what just happened.]

Rita, I'm late. Sorry--I have to go.

B. Action for all of 830 Goldberg St.

[After his minor heart attack he's scoping out the house still in his pyjamas to see if there's

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[It's a kid and Dexter drops the poker instantly to his side, peering at Zidane.] Do you live here? [He's seen the photos of course]

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Me and my--my girlfriend. [Oh but he does feign worry so well, if he did say so himself] What is this place?

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Thanks... [he takes a deliberate breath like this is particularly difficult for him]

I guess that makes you my 'son'? I'm Dexter.

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I'm from the world of... the most beautiful sunset in the world. Or so the postcards say. Miami, Florida. [Shakes firmly!]

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That's right.

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I'm not sure it really matters where we are.