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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.

[sorryimatwat]

"Girl on my team", he explains. "She worries. That's all."

Of course, she's in love with him and one day he'll come to return it, but that's not yet.

[aimedforthemoon]

Amused,

"'Course she does."

(jingle, jingle, go her dogtags)

[sorryimatwat]

Owen just makes a 'hm' noise.

"So. Should we agree now we don't worry about each other?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"O-ke."

[sorryimatwat]

He just laughs.

[aimedforthemoon]

Her smile flickers from a grin to a smile to merely an amused look, but there is no darkness to her changing expression.

[sorryimatwat]

"I should probably go. Work calls, and all that."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Have fun."

[sorryimatwat]

"Well, I don't know about that."

[aimedforthemoon]

Now, her smile turns crooked, dark.

"You have a job. That is interesting, where you can still claim your title of what you studied."

Her smile widens.

"I'd count your blessings."

[sorryimatwat]

"They need me", he says simply. "Someone's gotta patch them up and do the autopsies."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Like I said."

[sorryimatwat]

"Yeah, I s'pose it is a blessing. Compared to the alternative."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Mm-hmm."

[sorryimatwat]

He glances at her sideways, curiously.