Loft above Luke's, Saturday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was futzing. The apartment looked fine, he'd put away the liquor and all the empty bottles that were a natural result of living with Dean, the bed had fresh sheets on it, and there were fresh towels available if Dinah wanted to shower. He had more food than any two (or three or four or five) people could actually eat in a weekend, all set to make whatever it was Dinah might be interested in, and Dean had been warned of her impending arrival.

He was as prepared as he was going to be. So he was . . . futzing.

[ooc: expecting one!]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah finished her sandwich and the last of the potato chips, then wiped off her fingers on the napkin, thinking about that. "I guess. No, I know you're right." She was still kind of mixed up about that. It wasn't a rejection of Glacia, just... she was the alien there. "The people without magic aren't so different." Although they had no idea how to act around her.

"My 400 dollar an hour shrink says that it's because behind this rugged and confident exterior, I'm self destructive and self-loathing to an almost pathological degree," said Dr. Hottie.

"This is the way he hits on women?" Dinah marveled.

[lovemykilt]

"He doesn't get really really awesome until he's involved in the non-traditional family grouping with two lesbian doctors and their daughter. He's always good for the snark, though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Awwww. We are watching those bits while I'm here. Definitely." Dinah grinned, imagining that. Her eyelids were starting to get a liiiittle droopy. But only a little. "And nail polish. Gotta do your nails. And..."

And...? "There's all this stuff I wanna tell you. But I don't want to tell you. 'Cause it's awful. But is it worse if I don't tell you just because it's awful?"

[lovemykilt]

"Worse for who?" Priestly asked. "You can talk or not talk about whatever you want to, but for judgement calls like that, I'm not sure I'm the guy to ask."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Worse for you," Dinah said, her voice dropping down. "I don't want to give you nightmares, Priestly."

[lovemykilt]

"Honey," Priestly said. "I live in Fandom."

I mean, really.

"Also, I'm less worried about me getting nightmares than you having to deal with nightmares you can't talk about."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah frowned at that, and turned her head to look at him. "You are making way too much sense. Stop it." Trying not to pout. Her expression match Dr. Piccolo's for a second.

[lovemykilt]

"I can't. It's my duty as Sous."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah groaned, forehead bonking into his shoulder, grinning. After a minute she sobered a little, and said, "Then I guess I'm telling you stuff. Just. Not all at once. Or your head will explode and there's no way I'm explaining that to your staff."

[lovemykilt]

"My head definitely looks better unexploded."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Definitely." A small yawn there. Not sleepy. Nope. "People died." A pause. "I killed some of them." Dinah's eyes stayed on the TV screen, watching the doctors try to save people. "Some I couldn't save."

She was quiet for a long minute, then said, "If we're lucky, and the truth-in-propaganda campaign works over the next couple weeks, the fighting will be over. I hope. I hope, I hope."

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"That'd be good," Priestly said, using his gift for understatement. "Not fighting is way better than fighting."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It would." Dinah's voice was getting slower. "No more empty villages, dude. I just. No more. You know?"

[lovemykilt]

Empty villages. That was . . . evocative.

"No more," Priestly agreed.