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[captainfuckingmagic]

'Hey, this is Harry. I don't know why you're calling but I'll try to call you back.'

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[mightbeconcussed]

Mine is...not that far. [She waves in a direction.] Six, half a dozen. Come on. Mine.

[She shoves herself off the stool and him to the floor, swaying a bit.]

Come on, Stud. I'm gonna need you to help me home.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ He let's ("let's") her shove him off and comes up on his feet similarly a little wobbly. But he takes a step over to her, holds out his arm for her to take, and then says: ] Lead the way. Even though I've already... been there. I actually would probably get lost on the way there anyway.

[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy laughs, leaning on him as they wander out the door.] I think I've lived there long enough to manage to find my way.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ That is so infectious, that laugh. It's so great. He's really fond of that laugh. ] Yeah? I forget how long that is. No no wait don't- don't tell me it's sad. Happy stuff, right. Let's talk about happy stuff. [ Which apparently to Harry means he wants to try and kiss your neck while en route to her place. ]