Trooper Station, Friday

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It was a typical day at the Trooper Station. Which was to say, there was not much happening save the occasional odd phone call. The theme of which, today, seemed to be inquiring about the date for the next Recycling Amnesty Day.

“That continues to not be an officially recognized island event,” Watts told the fourth caller so far. “In fact, why are you even contacting the Trooper Station regarding this? I do believe this sort of inquiry is better suited to Town Hall.”

When he wasn’t fielding calls about a day that didn’t exist, Watts was singing quietly to himself “Katie Casey was baseball mad, had the fever and had it bad… ”

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"No, it's all right," Steven said. He put his fork down to rub Llewellyn's arm to reassure him. "Not like you decided it. And I think I would've known you were leaving off details."

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"True enough," Watts admitted. "I only- I didn't mean to spoil the mood."

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"It's fine," Steven told him. He gave Llewellyn's hand a squeeze. "I'm with you. My mood can't be spoiled for long, I promise."

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“Flirt,” Watts declared fondly.

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"Yours," Steven replied, his smile returning. "So then, anything else you would like to do?"

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"Not that I can think of in the moment," Watts said. "I did let Marc know his presence is welcome beyond just duration of the baseball game. I don't know if he will take me up on that, of course, but- the option is there."

Not during activities such as their carriage ride, but Watts wasn't going to say no if there was something Marc wanted to do.

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"I'll ask him," Steven said. Then, with his usual optimism, "You never know. He might find something he likes when we're there. He's been doing so well lately."

Talking to people! Multiple! A new one to come that very afternoon!

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Watts nodded. "He's been remarkably social." You know, on a scale of Marc.

"Of course," and now he was fiddling with Steven's collar again, this time letting his hand just... linger a bit longer than strictly necessary. "We also ought to make sure there is time for you and I to just... enjoy a lie-in at the hotel."

Which would be far nicer than the hotel they stayed in the last time they were in Toronto, for the record.

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Which was why even Steven, with all his optimism, wasn't expecting too much out of Marc beyond the baseball game. Certainly thrilled if more happened, but aware he shouldn't try to push.

Much.

He wouldn't.

He'd do his best not to!

Fortunately Llewellyn was offering a rather good distraction. "It'd be a shame for the room to go to waste."

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“Exactly what I was thinking. We may not have tropical weather and a private pool, but I’m certain we can still have a good time.”

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"We'll find some way to manage to keep warm?" Steven suggested with a grin.

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“Precisely,” Watts said, giving Steven a knowing smile in return.

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"You've certainly never left me wanting," Steven said, giving him a warm look of his own.

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"Good," Watts said. "I would hate to be- unsatisfactory. In that regard."

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"Can't say you ever have," Steven told him. Though a light blush was touching his cheeks now.

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"Nor have you, my darling," Watts said, because he knew that was something that once upon a time, Steven had worried about.

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Steven occasionally did have moments of lingering concern in that area so the reassurance was appreciated. "Thank you. That one is very easy because it's you."

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"Had better be just me," Watts said, with a hint of possessiveness.

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The blush came back, but along with the smile it showed Steven was all for that hint. "Only you. I promise. I want no other."

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"Nor do I," Watts said. "There is none for me but you, Steven Grant."

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Steven reached over to give his own light, possessive tug on Llewellyn's tie. "Bloody well better not be. You're mine."

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"Now and always," Watts agreed.

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"Now and always," Steven agreed, leaning in to get on range of a kiss.

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Which Watts was all too happy to return, pulling Steven in the rest of the way.