Trooper Station, Friday

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There was a turkey in the cells today. Why? Nobody was willing to admit, least of all the turkey. Watts was just going to assume there were shenanigans related to the fact that it had been American Thanksgiving yesterday.

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Steven was certainly not one to judge a turkey for refusing to be eaten. But he was there on different food related matters, so he went directly to Llewellyn's office and knocked on the door frame.

"Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Watts replied, standing up to go and greet Steven.

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Steven came in and closed the door behind him. "How is my husband doing?"

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"Well enough," Watts said. "My day is looking much brighter now that you are here."

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"Perhaps I can make it brighter still?" Steven suggested. He came closer so he was in range for a kiss.

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"I am counting on it," Watts said, pulling Steven in close so he could offer that aforementioned kiss.

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Steven kissed back, positioning himself carefully so the insulated bag wouldn't get jostled too much as Steven gave his husband a proper hello.

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"Missed you," Watts sighed.

Much like every other time, it had been a matter of hours they'd been apart.

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Steven nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek. "Missed you too, husband."

Don't mind Steven, he was having one of those moments where he really liked the world husband.

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Steven could probably feel the delighted smile that stretched across Watts's face at that particular word, so. No, not minding at all.

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"Would you like lunch?" Steven asked. "I made something cozy."

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"I very rarely do not want lunch," Watts said. "Particularly when it is made by my husband."

He pulled away so that he could pull Steven's chair out for him before heading to sit back in his own.

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"Cheers," Steven said as he sat down.

He began unpacking their lunch, starting with two cups of mocha coffees, and then the main meal.

"You see?" Steven said, as he put Llewellyn's generously sized portion in front of him. "Cozy."

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"Oh!" Watts exclaimed, delighted. "This certainly fits the bill."

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"And different from what we had Wednesday, I thought," Steven said. "Change of pace for our week. Or what's left of it I suppose."

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"A good choice," Watts assured him, leaning down to scoop up a forkful, humming appreciatively as he chewed.

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Steven smiled as he saw Llewellyn's reaction. He got himself a forkful of his own lunch. "How are you feeling? Tired at all?"

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"Hmm," Watts hummed. "A little," he admitted. Last night hadn't been as bad as some of the previous nights the last few weeks, but- this time of year was never ideal, sleep-wise.

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"That's why I brought the coffees," Steven said. "In case they'd help. Er - one for each of us, but you can have mine as well if you need."

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"My sweet, thoughtful husband," Watts murmured over a sip of said mocha.