[Stephen is in the kitchen at The Blue Light. His device is balanced on the counter and he is looking into it, but every few moments he glances through the window that lets him see into the main bar area.]Hey. It looks like it's one of those visitor weekends again. So uh, if you just turned up from Toronto and feel a bit lost, come find me, would
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Joseph?
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[Sorry, Stephen. Joseph is less interested in grand romantic reunification at the moment and more in figuring out where the hell he is.]
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Joseph affords him a soft, long-suffering sigh.]
I'm near some fountain.
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[Fuck work. This is way more important.]
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It's at this point that he decides thinking is dumb, and manages to close the distance between them in a few quick strides. He grabs Joseph by the sides of his face and brings their mouths together, kissing him fervently.]
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Not that he's exactly complaining, and his hands fly up to grab Stephen's shoulders, rooting him there. He will (eventually, and a little reluctantly) break the kiss.]
What's wrong with you, man?
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I haven't seen you for three months.
It's a long story.
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I saw you this morning. You brought me stale donuts.
[It's pointed, matter-of-fact, and -- confused.]
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[He moves his hand to tangle them in the curls at the base of Joseph's neck. He's kind of all right with the two of them staying like this for a while. Then he remembers something that might be kind of important.]
This is going to sounds weird, but what month is it? Back home?
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Why does it matter?
[Wait. Seven months?]
What's the last thing you remember from home?
[Oh, fuck all of this noise.]
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