Trooper Station, Friday

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The chill in the air meant the scar on Watts's arm from the gunshot wound (well, wounds technically, as he'd somehow been unlucky enough to have been shot in the same spot twice) ached, leaving him feeling somewhat grumpy as he settled in for his shift today.

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Steven was, of course, fretting over Llewellyn's well being. "Perhaps lunch will help distract you?"

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He did manage to muster up a slight smile at Steven's predictable (and, honestly, welcome) fretting.

"I'm rather counting on it," he admitted.

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"You'll be all right if I go get it?" Steven asked.

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"Of course," Watts assured him. "I'll just be right here."

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Steven went to the station fridge and soon enough came back with two bowls. He put them down on Llewellyn's desk with a flourish.

"Ta da!" he said. "I thought something with flavors of the season?"

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"How bright and colourful!" Watts said appreciatively.

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"You like?" Steven sat down in his usual seat. "Wasn't too hard to make either."

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"I do," Watts said, scooping up a forkful. "Tastes as good as it looks," he reported.

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"Excellent," Steven said. He tucked in to his own bowl. "I thought about something heartier but I liked how this felt of the time of year. The pumpkin and all."

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Watts nodded. "No, this is perfect. I do enjoy the taste of pumpkin," he informed Steven. "And besides, we can always do hearty for dinner," he pointed out.

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"That's true," Steven said as he took another forkful. He started to say more but his mouth was full, so difficult to figure out what he was attempting. It sounded like a question though.

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"What's that?" Watts asked, only barely remembering to swallow his own food before speaking.

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"Do you have something in mind?" Steven tried again. "I could swing by the shops on the way home."

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"Nothing in particular," Watts said, shaking his head. "If something strikes your fancy, however..."

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"Difficult to say when I'm already eating," Steven admitted. "But we'll see if something strikes my fancy. If not we can always order in."

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Or maybe one of their residents would be cooking up a large batch of something and be willing to share! Who could tell?

"No rush," he agreed. "I'm happy to just enjoy this meal right now." The slight grimace on his face as he spoke having nothing to do said lunch and everything to do with the ache in his arm.

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Steven noticed the grimace with concern. "Are you all right?"

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"Just- aches," Watts said. "That's all."

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"Can I help?" Steven asked.

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"Have you something to dull the ache?" Watts asked.

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"Would a massage help?" Steven asked.

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Watts nodded, looking somewhat hopeful.

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Steven reached over to gently massage Llewellyn's arm with one hand. He watched carefully for any signs he might be hurting him.

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Definitely not hurting; in fact tension visibly left Watts's body the second Steven touched him.

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Steven kept massaging, shifting so that he could do that with one hand and get forkfuls of his lunch with the other. "There we are. Let me know if it hurts at all."