Trooper Station, Friday

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Another quiet day, as it seemed everyone was in 'vacation mode' already, from the raccoons right down to the Troopers themselves.

That none of the latter group were actually going on vacation was not the point, of course.

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One thing which did not take vacations was lunch with one's husband.

Except of course when vacations or mysterious circumstances that seemed to have nothing to do with the island yet somehow interfered with on island scheduling got in the way.

But still. In principle, lunch was sacred and thus not to be missed except when absolutely necessary.

Which was why at noon there was a Steven at Llewellyn's office door. "Hello, you."

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So weird how that worked out sometimes.

Not weird was the way Watts looked up and smiled at the sound of Steven's voice. "Hello, you."

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Steven closed the door behind him as he came inside. "Good to see you."

As though they hadn't seen each other mere hours ago.

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More like so many hours ago.

"Likewise," Watts said, standing so he could go over to Steven and pull him in to a kiss.

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Steven kissed him back, wrapping his arms around him as much as he could without dislodging the contents of the lunch bag.

Smooching one's husband and feeding one's husband were both highly important things as far as Steven was concerned, after all.

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Watts was, shockingly, in complete agreement there. Though right now he was mostly focusing on the kissing part rather than the lunch part.

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Steven had no problem prioritizing the kissing part. He kissed back, trying to show Llewellyn how happy he was to see him.

Not dirty.

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Well, not at the moment. Couldn't rule it out except for how this was a public comm post so it would at most be alluded to. "Missed you," he sighed.

Again, it had been mere hours.

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Steven leaned over enough that he could put the bag safely on Llewellyn's desk. His hands now free, he moved them up to rest on the back of Llewellyn's neck. "I missed you too.

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"How was your morning?" Watts asked.

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"Raphael had opinions about not being let into the cupboard where his food is kept," Steven told him. "I tried to explain why that's not possible but I think he remains unconvinced."

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"A conversation we have on a near-daily basis," Watts noted. "And yet he continues to be stubborn about it."

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"I think he believes if he makes a well rationed argument we'll come to see his point of view," Steven said. "I admire his optimism if nothing else."

A shocking thing for Steven to admire in anyone, to be sure.

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"Hmm. Perhaps he has aspirations to become a lawyer," Watts mused.

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"Imagine how smart he'd look in a suit and tie," Steven said, immediately charmed by the idea. He ran a hand down the front of Llewellyn's chest. "Just like his dad."

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"Flirt," Watts said, shaking his head. .

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"Absolutely," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn's tie a light tug to punctuate his agreement.

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"I love you," Watts said delighted. "Now, what did you bring us for lunch?"

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"Food," Steven said, with a grin. "Sorry, couldn't resist."