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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

Maybe. You know, I thought I saw a pig fly by on my way over.

[He couldn't put his finger on the reason for his extra efforts, either. It's not an apology. Maybe he picked a bad time to start dating someone else, but the fault there lies with both of them. It seems like an affront to someone to apologise for that. Then again, neither had he wanted to hurt her. It's still a strange and fragile feeling just knowing that he could.

The paperwork, quietly backing her up to House, it's all just a way of letting her know he's still there, as if sitting in her apartment past midnight with nothing more to show for it than a cup of tea he made himself isn't sign enough. He's not going to go until he's told, and then not until he's sure being alone for the night is really what she wants.]

Those war games the other week opened up a few new parts of the island. We could be due an influx anytime soon.

And it's been quiet, hasn't it? Less new arrivals lately. Since the-- since Halloween, more or less.

[Being alone for the night isn't what she wants, but she won't keep him. If she ignores what she wants long enough, the desire will go away. It has to.

She can't fault him for not wanting to wait for her. That doesn't mean she doesn't wish he had.]

I suppose it could be building up to something.

[If he'd thought there was something to wait for they wouldn't be in this mess. Not that there aren't alternative messes to take its place.]

Or they could be making room for some new beach resorts. That'd be worth fighting for.

[Given that, as far as she knows, they're over-- for good, this time-- she's inclined to romanticize the situation, imagine they'd be perfectly happy. Certainly happier than they would be, realistically.]

I'd hate to think of what strings would be attached to that.

[Wrinkling her nose at the thought, she puts her tea down and finally shrugs out of her coat.]

It's getting late...

[An out, if he wants it. Not an eviction, though she doesn't intend to spend the evening with someone else's boyfriend.]

[He pulls back his sleeve, lifting his wrist to tilt the display of his watch into the light.]

It stopped being late about an hour ago. It's getting early.

[No dice, also no girlfriend, even if she's not as married as he'd expected her to be.]

[Which, of course, she knows nothing about. As far as Cameron is aware it's back to business as usual, her ignorance a result of intentional avoidance. She'd prefer his relationship with Angela to be none of her business.]

Then it's early, and neither of us have slept.

[A slightly less subtle hint. She's in no mood to have to lecture you on your behavior tonight, Chase.]

[This he has to agree with, rubbing his hands together and giving into a yawn.]

Have you still got blankets for this couch? You'd be saving me a walk.

[This is the last place he should be spending the night; and for a second she tenses, on the verge of telling him so. It isn't her job to be his keeper, though. Cameron likes clear-cut issues; where right and wrong are obvious, unclouded by personal involvement.

Letting him stay would be nice, because it's the middle of the night and it'd save him a walk. It would be a mistake because he shouldn't be avoiding... whoever he's avoiding.]

In the hall closet.

[She's not sure whether it's a selfish offer, or a friendly one. Standing, she gathers her coat in one arm and stoops to pick up the tea.]

[He's not avoiding. Or if he is, he's doing it under the guise of staying nearby after she's had a bad night. He's doing a good thing. In the morning he'll make excuses to stop and get coffee so they don't have to walk in to work together. This doesn't have to be awkward.]

I'll get them. Thanks.

[He rearranges the cushions behind him rather than watch her head to the bedroom, for the first time feeling intrusive or just... odd. Maybe it's a little awkward.]

Sweet dreams.

[It's neither wholly good nor wholly bad, and therefore it's just... uncomfortable. Now that she wants him-- or, now that he knows she wants him-- he's less welcome here than before.

She pauses just before slipping out of sight, free hand on the wall, to nod back at him. It's a little awkward, but maybe if they both mean well (and she thinks she does,) that's forgivable.]

Good night.

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