Magic Box, Wednesday, 11/12

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew stood by the front door and looked out the window. It was a gray day, cold, and he was regretting having only worn a light jacket. Still, it seemed somewhat fitting for the week

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Tony stopped by in the afternoon. He hadn't been in the store for a while and was surprised at the new look. "Remodel?" he asked Andrew.

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew looked about the store and scowled. "I wasn't consulted," he said. "I think it lacks that charm it used to have now. It's just kinda... gaudy."

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"It's... a lot," Tony admitted, looking around. He turned back to Andrew and leaned on the counter. "How've you been?"

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew smiled, easy to do with Tony so close, and leaned on the counter as well. "Pretty good," he lied. "Busy with school work and stuff. How about you?"

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"Busy too," Tony said. "But good." He paused. "I'm sorry about Henry the other day. He can be kind of-" Tony wasn't sure how to describe it without going into the whole Prince of Man/Prince of Darkness thing. "Overprotective," he said finally.

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew hadn't really been bothered by the overprotective streak. He thought it was rather charming in a strange way.

"Henry was great. I'm sorry I couldn't stick around longer to hang out with you guys."

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That made one of them. Tony didn't mind Henry's protectiveness when it came to monsters but he could really do without it when it came to friends.

"Nah," he said, with a wave of his hand. "He had to catch a plane, anyway. Didn't stay very long that night." A slowly spinning shelf caught his eye for a moment. Pretty over-the-top in his opinion. He looked back at Andrew. "You wanna maybe do something this weekend?"

[wannabe_pan]

"Yes, please," he replied without hesitation. "Anything you want. Anywhere you want. Just something." Andrew needed a distraction. "I have, um, plans on Friday, in the morning, but other than that, I'm free."

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Tony frowned slightly and touched Andrew's hand. "Are you all right?"

[wannabe_pan]

"I'm fine. It's just that, um..." He paused, frowned, and scratched the back of his head. "It just isn't the best of weeks," he said, amending his early comment about things being 'pretty good.'

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"Anything I can do?" Tony asked, mentally scrapping the plan to do his Art of War assignment by asking Andrew to cook.

[wannabe_pan]

He leaned a little closer to Tony. "Just... don't get sick. And, if you find a strange ship off the coast of the island, don't go explore it. Not this week."

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Tony gave him a puzzled look, but nodded. "All right. So something this weekend of the distraction variety?"

[wannabe_pan]

"That sounds perfect," Andrew said, managing a smile. "And there should be tasty food involved. And maybe some kind of mindless entertainment."

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"Sounds like a plan. Saturday good for you?" Tony asked.

[wannabe_pan]

"I'm all yours, kind sir," he replied. He leaned a little closer. "Do with me what you will."