Trooper Station, Friday

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After Watts and Marc had stopped by Dwight's shop to discuss the furniture order, Watts and Steven made their way over to the Trooper Station.

Where the floor seemed to be littered with an obstacle course made of banana peels.

"I don't think today shall be terribly busy," Watts said, as he darted and dodged his way across the floor towards his office, with a long stride here, a twirl there, and thankfully no missteps. "But hopefully you won't find yourself too bored."

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[grenadesandohana]

Even in Watts' office, they could probably hear McGarrett's bellow at the Troopers when he arrived: "What the hell kind of unprofessional workplace bullshit is this? Clean it up right now."

"Shipshape" was in his blood.

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“McGarrett,” Watts greeted, poking his head out of his office. “Good to see you.”

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"Is there an 'I was an otter' form I need to fill out for my sick leave?" Steve asked, smiling.

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“Here?” Watts said. “Likely yes. actually.”

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"Do you know what file folder it might be in?" Steve asked.

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“T,” Watts said propmptly. “Transformations, Temporary.”

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"That makes sense," Steve said. "I was looking under sick leave."

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“A reasonable assumption,” Watts acknowledged. “However, I’ve found that while things here do follow a certain logic, it is not always the kind of logic we expect.”

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"I'm a Navy lifer," Steve said with a smile. "I thought I was an expert on figuring out strange logics."

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“Strange logic is common in the Navy?” Watts asked.

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Steve nodded. "It's an organization that's been around for hundreds of years. Some procedures haven't been updated...possibly since the 1780s."

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“Before my time, even,” Watts noted drily.

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Steve grinned and held his fingers close together. "Tiny bit."

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“Actually,” Watts mused. “About as much of a gap between then and when I came from as when I came from and now, give or take a decade or two.”

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"Huh," Steve said. "I hadn't tried the math on it."

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“For the record, I vastly prefer this time period,” Watts informed him.

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"What's your favorite part?" Steve asked.

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“No nagging worry in the back of my mind that I will lose my career over indecency charges,” Watts told him. “It is- very freeing. That, and modern refrigeration. It’s quite nice having ice available whenever I wish, particularly during summer.”

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"Having grown up in the tropics, I cannot possibly recommend ice on demand enough," Steve agreed.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven had a slightly harder time of it avoiding the peels, at one point barking his hip against the corner of a desk in the process. He gratefully entered the safety of Llewellyn's office when he got there.

"Even if you need to leave me to my own devices that's all right," Steven said. "There's still planning for our side that needs to be done. Especially if we're to move in next week."

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And was Watts going to give Steven a concerned look, reaching out to gently brush a hand against that bumped hip?

“Did that hurt?” he asked. Yeah, sure, if it was bad enough there was the magic suit, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t ache in the meantime.

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"Little bit," Steven admitted. If there was a comforting touch, he was leaning into it. "Don't know that it'll bruise but it's wild how that sort of thing always manages to hit the worst spot, isn't it?"

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There was absolutely a comforting touch. Also a sympathetic kiss on the cheek (because he couldn’t exactly kiss the injured spot better, at least not until the door was closed). “I could send a Trooper to fetch you some ice?” he offered.

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"I don't think it's that bad?" Steven said. He shifted his weight to test it out and be sure, nodding when there wasn't any sharp response of pain. He then smiled up at Llewellyn. "Won't say no to another kiss to make it better though?"

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Watts made sure the door was shut, and then pulled Steven in close for a properly thorough kiss.

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Steven wrapped his arms around Llewellyn. He made a sound of contentment as he kissed him back with no particular rush to end it.

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Nor was Watts, shockingly enough, lingering in the kiss as long as he could.

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Well you couldn't rush the healing process now, could you? Best to take one's time with this sort of thing. Be thorough. Steven's happy sigh certainly seemed to indicate that was the way to go.

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Eventually, Watts did pull away, but not very far, still holding on to Steven.

“Better?” he murmured.

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"Hang on," Steven said. He took one more kiss then smiled. "There. Better."

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“Good, glad to hear it,” Watts said, brushing some imaginary lint from Steven’s shoulder.

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"You often make things better," Steven said. "Part of your magic."

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Watts gave Steven a puzzled look. "I'm just a man," he said. "No magic to speak of."

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"Figurative," Steven assured him. "You're like magic to me."

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"Oh!" Watts smiled at him. "I see. Like how you take away the sharp edges for me."

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"Exactly that," Steven said. He gave him another quick kiss. "When I feel poorly you make it better just by being you. Like magic."