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characters: Jonathan Levinson and Andrew Wells.
rating: we'll just go with PG at best!
summary: a little something we like to call SzechuanGate. Andrew and Jonathan go for Chinese, a certain someone doesn't show, general merriment occurs. except, not. [incomplete~]

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Andrew scampers to his door; there is no other word for it. He'd already spent the last half an hour of commenting getting ready; doing his routine, picking out clothes. It's seeing Warren again that is the clincher, and he spends at least ten minutes agonizing over shoes before realizing that uh, it probably doesn't matter quite that much

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Sudden movements. Andrew forgot the thing about the sudden movements. But Jonathan can't blame him, it's not like he expects everyone to slow down for him. Still, even though he jumps a little, it works when he lands on his tiptoes and throws his arms around Andrew's neck. He hasn't smiled this much in weeks

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Jonathan's reflex fear still makes a coil of guilt burn brightly inside Andrew's stomach, but he lets being happy for his friend drown that out for the moment. "I am so glad," he mumbles into Jonathan's hair, and he really is

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Jonathan glances back at the apartment door and swallows hard. He could have stayed in there. They could have the power for once and make Warren wait, something Jonathan knows he hates. All of that anger he had for Andrew has mostly melted away by now, but he isn't sure if he'll ever think of Warren without his body tensing a little. There's just so much. It scares him and reminds him that he needs to go to the doctor, soon. Prescriptions don't carry over in Babylon. And he knows, he knows that Warren won't work things out like he and Andrew did. He knows better than to even try. So he'll play nice, try not to say stupid things that could upset either of them (though he's finding it's hard to avoid that) and maybe, hopefully, he'll forget for a while. They can go back to the way things were