Trooper Station, Friday

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The Troopers were using their time today to hold a table hockey tournament. Much to Watts's chagrin, as he had a headache building and the constant rattling of the table hockey game plus the cheering of the Troopers was not helping.

He eyed the space under his desk a little wistfully, but resolved not to give in to the temptation there.

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Around lunchtime, there was a Steven. "Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Watts looked up, smiling. Though there was a brief puzzled tilt to his head as he noted the time, as he was fairly certain their next lunch date was meant to be at the Museum. Still, whether or not that was what brought Steven here, he was still pleased to see him.

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Seeing the puzzlement, Steven held up an insulated bag. "I brought lunch?"

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"But I thought- you brought lunch last time?" Watts said, a little uncertainly. "I'm not complaining, mind, but- did I get our weeks mixed up, with all the holidays and the like?"

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"No, no," Steven said. He closed the door behind him. "Only it's the new year and I didn't like the idea of waiting to have a lunch at work with you."

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"Oh," Watts nodded. "I see! Well," he stood, making his way over to Steven to give him a proper kiss in greeting. Though his movements over to Steven had something of a subdued air to them, the kiss was just as enthusiastic as ever.

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Steven enjoyed the kiss, but he noticed Llewellyn seemed off. "Is everything all right, love?"

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"Hmmm," Watts made a noncommittal humming noise. "Just a headache."

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"Poor love." Steven put the bag on Llewellyn's desk so he could free up his hands. He lifted them to Llewellyn's face, silently offering to massage his temples. "Can I help?"

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"Mmm," another hum, this one meant as assent in regards to that silent question.

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Steven put his fingertips on Llewellyn's temples and massaged in slow circles. "Any idea why your head hurts?"

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"The racket outside my door is not the source, though nor is it helping," Watts told him.

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"Should I ask them to stop?" Steven, well, asked.

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Somehow, that exceedingly simple solution had just... not occurred to Watts. Hence why he was looking at Steven with a slightly dumbfounded expression. "Yes? Please?"

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Headaches could make it difficult to think. Steven pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's forehead, then went to poke his head out of Llewellyn's office door.

"Gents? Could you perhaps take a rest for a bit? It's doing my head in, is all. Cheers."

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There was some minor grumbling from the Troopers but they did, indeed, stop.

When Steven turned back to face Watts, he'd find him standing there with visible relief written all over his face.

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Steven closed Llewellyn's office door and turned back to him with a smile. "See? Easily done."

Then Steven took out his glasses and his mobile and got to work.

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Watts gave him a grateful smile, and then a curious look, before he turned to pull Steven's chair out for him.

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Steven took the chair with a smile, then finished up what he was doing. He put his mobile and glasses away, neither one going into the pockets they'd originally come out of.

"I was ordering them some pastries from J,GoB," Steven explained. "To thank them for their understanding."

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"Thoughtful of you," Watts said with a smile.

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"Of course," Steven said. He looked Llewellyn over with concern. "Is there anything else I can do?"

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"I don't suppose you've any sort of- pain medication on hand?" he asked.

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"Not on me," Steven admitted. "Shall I check the first aid?"

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"The what?"

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"A kit of some kind to help with injuries?" Steven said. "Usually has bandages, paracetamol, that sort of thing? We've one at the museum, I assume the station has one as well?"