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[notinthefett]

The apartment is spotless. This can mean only one thing: Warren's been trying to make things better by being the perfect husband. He cleaned, even! Vaccumed and everything. Mopped in some places.

There's a light racket coming from th kitchen.

He may be trying to cook. He's clearly losing it.

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[alien_isabel]

Isabel walks in the door. "Baby?" She calls softly. She still looks tired, and quite a bit stressed now. How could Max do that? She sighs and moves further into the apartment.

[notinthefett]

"I'm in the...I'm cooking. Dinner," he explains.

He's almost visibly treadng lightly.

"Pasta," he says. The only foodstuff males are compatable with.

[alien_isabel]

She walks in, sending him a half smile. She moves to him, kissing his cheek. "Smells good. Need any help?"

[notinthefett]

"Yes," he says, gratefully. His shoulders sag when she kisses him.

[alien_isabel]

She nods, kissing his cheek once more and then moving to look at the pot. "Looks good so far." She takes the spoon and picks up a piece, feeling it. "Almost ready." And then she moves to his sauce, smelling and then tasting. Looking thoughtful she grabs the sugar, sprinking a bit in, followed by a bit of oregano. "I think you did very well on your own." She offers, but her heart isn't really in the compliment. But then has her heart been in anything lately?

[notinthefett]

He bobs his head.

"So...what'd you do today?"

He hopes it's not a bad subject.

[alien_isabel]

"I went to the bar. Talked to Faith about...things. I intially went to apologize to her but then we talked about...things. And...feelings about thing." She sighs, moving and sitting up on the counter. "I found out she's seducing my brother."

[notinthefett]

He almost drops the fork he's holding.

"Oh. Okay. That's..."

He doesn't know the answer to this one.

[alien_isabel]

"Dissappointing? Completely juvenile behaviour. I mean really Warren, did you go off and have random sex?"

[notinthefett]

"Well, no."

And he doesn't say that he wanted to because...he didn't want to, actually. He wanted a girlfriend.

[alien_isabel]

"See! It's so not like him! He's a relationship guy. I mean Michael has only ever been with Maria, now they're married and she's pregnant. I've only ever been with you and now we're married and now he's done it with three different girls. One who fucked with his mind and hte other Liz, who he's been hopelessly in love with forever. And now he's just randomly sexing up a slayer! I mean I know Faith is hot but still!"

[notinthefett]

Maybe it makes him a hypocrit, but Warren lets her have her rant.

"Right..."

[alien_isabel]

She sighs. "Supposedly she asked and he wanted to be nice." She sighs and moves forward, turning off the stove and grabbing a strainer. "Dump the pasta in there and I'll take care of the sauce. How was work? Find out anything else on that mysterious life form?"

[notinthefett]

He shakes his head.

"Not yet. One of the other guys has the sample this week. I mean, I'm mapping it on my computer, but they have all the info they need from me. It's someone els's job to do something about it. I'm thinking: engineered life form. They do that sometimes, you know?"

[alien_isabel]

"Cool." Yeah at the moment she can't care less. "So yeah..."

And there it is, that wall.

She grabs the bowl of sauce and moves it to the table and then comes back for the untensils. "Thank you for cooking."

[notinthefett]

"Yeah," he echoes.

"Well..."

He places the plates on the table, silently and sits awkwardly.

"Um..."