Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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Khonshu had been keeping Steven and Marc busy of late.

Well, all right, mainly Marc but they were a package deal so whoever Khonshu asked for couldn't exactly go it alone, could they?

Regardless, it had meant more time back home on things which weren't pleasant holidays.

Steven wasn't thrilled about it for any number of reasons. He knew Marc wasn't entirely happy about it either. It was difficult to fully complain, though. They'd had years of largely being left alone to do as they liked on the island. A deal was a deal. They'd both agreed to be Khonshu's avatar, so they could hardly complain when asked to fulfill their part of the bargain. Particularly when Khonshu was keeping his about not asking them to murder anyone.

Still. It rankled. It felt lopsided in a way Steven couldn't fully articulate. Nothing he could put his finger on though. More something he chewed on in the back of his head, as it were.

At least today nothing had been asked so there Steven was, behind the museum's Welcome Desk as usual, ready to help any visitors who might have need of him.

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Naturally, at lunchtime there was a visitor who indeed did have need of him. "Hello, you."

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Steven's face lit up to see him. "Hello, you. My favorite sight."

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"Flirt," Watts smiled back at him. "You doing all right?" he checked, as he stepped up to the Welcome Desk to drop his hat in its usual spot.

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Steven likewise put out the sign to say he was taking lunch. "Yes, thank you. Quiet morning so far. You?"

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"About the same," Watts said. "Which is all right. I don't mind quiet. At least-" he stopped, scrunching his nose up and making a bit of a face.

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Steven looked at him worriedly. "Something wrong?"

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"No," Watts shook his head. "I was just- Quiet or not, I prefer it when I know that you- or Marc- will be coming home at the end of the day, that's all," he admitted.

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"No argument there," Steven said. He made a face. "I'm not fond of it either."

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"But, a deal is a deal," Watts acknowledged, holding his arm out for Steven to take.

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Steven took the offered arm, holding it a little tighter than he normally might. "Indeed. And we are helping people. Hard to find fault in that."

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If Steven hadn't taken the initiative to hold on tighter, Watts might have. "Making a difference," he agreed.

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"And he has kept up his part of the bargain," Steven said, once again reminding himself as much as anything. "No killing."

At least as far as Marc and Steven knew.