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[aimedforthemoon]

It's late afternoon - still warm, but late enough that the moon is out - and Esfir is lying on the grass, shoes next to her and pants rolled up. She's gazing up at the blue sky, one hand under her head

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[sorryimatwat]

The bed is a mess - as is the room, what with the clothes scattered about - and the pair in it are distinctly post-coital.

Owen stretches lazily and wishes, vaguely, for the cigarettes he gave up yet again two months ago.

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir is curled up on her side, breathing approaching even again, eyes closed and fingers fiddling with the dogtags around her neck.

It's a less absent movement than one might expect.

[sorryimatwat]

He'd think she was sleeping, if not for her fingers moving.

He glances over at her again, but doesn't really have anything to say.

[aimedforthemoon]

Her eyes open and her expression turns from distant to thoughtful.

"Mozhet ooveedeemsa zaftra?" She murmurs, mostly to herself, and then she looks amused.

[sorryimatwat]

Owen blinks, getting the gist of that and looking a little wary. He doesn't do relationships very well.

"Tomorrow?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"You are a good distraction," she says, dryly enough that it's obvious that was essentially the entirety of her thought-process.

[sorryimatwat]

"Ah." He relaxes. "Well, I can play distraction for that kind of payback."

[aimedforthemoon]

Amused (and curious),

"You thought I mean something different?"

[sorryimatwat]

Since she didn't, he can answer that honestly.

"I'm not out for commitment. Too serious for me."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Good. I'm a little too, what's the term? Fuck up?"

[sorryimatwat]

"Fucked up", Owen corrects automatically. "Glad we're on the same page, then."

[aimedforthemoon]

"You do not have to worry about me."

[sorryimatwat]

"You sure about that?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"Are you?"

[sorryimatwat]

He shrugs.

"I manage. Got Toshiko for that, whether I like it or not", he finishes wryly.

[aimedforthemoon]

She raises an eyebrow.