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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"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.