[There's a brief hesitation, where Alexei makes a face and cringes slightly at his presence being announced, then he shoves his hands into his pockets and steps in past Sheehan.
He can own a room when he walks into it when the occasion suits. Now isn't one of those occasions.]
[Arthur was sitting on the couch, but he's already rising when Sheehan opens the door. If he was at all sleepy before, the only indication now is the fact he's wearing a plain t-shirt and pyjama bottoms under a robe. It's frankly the most underdressed anyone's ever seen him.
That and there's two cups of some sweet-smelling tea on the table, both untouched.
Arthur looks briefly surprised at the unexpected guest, but he quickly gives Alexei a light smile.]
Nice to finally meet you, Alexei. Did you want a drink at all- tea, coffee? Or something stronger?
[Sheehan takes off his shoes when he walks in and closes the door behind him. He's glad, as he always is, to see Arthur, and reaches over to squeeze his hand briefly in a show of appreciation.]
[Though entirely unintended, there's the immediate sense of having intruded. It's late, this is somebody's home, and--
He looks over his shoulder quickly when he hears the door click shut.
Arthur gets a quick scan. An up-down shift of his eyes as he takes in details. He doesn't venture to step away from his position near the door.]
No, thanks. [His native Russian accent bleeds lightly into his words. He takes a breath that's an obvious effort to steady himself.] This might just be a bad idea.
[Sheehan gets a warm squeeze back, but Alexei's obvious discomfort makes Arthur slip his fingers free again. He can see how their guests looks halfway to bolting, and he'd rather not undo all of Sheehan's hard work in getting him to this point.]
Nonsense. [There's bite to the English accent, but it's playful, almost teasing.] You woke us up, your prize is being bothered by us whether you like it or not now. So you can take your drink and some leftovers if you're hungry, and you can hide in the spare bedroom until you're done being embarrassed.
[With a gesture to the hall across the room and a wry little grin.]
[He feels himself bristle, an irritated flush lightly colouring across the tops of his cheeks, and he drops his head slightly to pinch the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.]
Why does this feel like I'm not gonna be given a fucking choice in the matter whether I want to be here or not.
[Something about that - what Arthur says, what Sheehan says - seems to flick a switch. Alexei makes a face, dropping his hand a couple of inches and looking from one to the other before following the track of his gaze with pointing a finger at each man one after the other.]
You two, [He says, sounding faintly exasperated.] Need to pick a fucking lane and stick to it.
[There's some light Russian expletives muttered under his breath as he finally breaks from his ready-to-bolt position and takes a spot on the couch.]
It's been two minutes talking to both of you and I already feel like I'm herding fucking cats.
[The kettle's still hot, so he makes a quick and easy black tea to bring back out to Alexei, leaving it on the small coffee table in front of the couch so he can take his own chamomile tea.]
Besides. If you're so busy trying to work out why we're being so welcoming, you're not having a panic attack, are you?
[Trust Arthur to work out what happened. Sheehan hadn't known what was going on, only that it was an emergency, but it's not that difficult to parse. He chuckles.]
I'm a psychiatrist. He's a detective. There are very different approaches to a situation.
[He's about to reach out for the tea but freezes when Arthur hits the proverbial nail on the head so accurately, slowly withdrawing his hand without picking it up. The tension that had started to seep out of him snaps back in full force.
Ah. Nope. Don't like that.]
Yeah. [Alexei leans against the arm of the couch, propping his head on his hand.]
[His eyes flicks up when he senses the tension abruptly ramp up again, and then he keeps his gaze down at his mug.]
You're certainly not the first person to have one. Not even the first in this room. There's nothing wrong with- with getting overwhelmed. It's perfectly human.
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I do love him. But I don't think I get frustrated with him. It takes a lot for a person to frustrate me.
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Pity... Makes things more fun sometimes. Not always, though.
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[He chuckles.]
Well, you and Abel are still young. And your relationship dynamics are much different than ours.
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Yeah... I figure our 'relationship dynamics' are different to most people's.
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Maybe not as many as you think?
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Yeah, maybe. The background is fucked but the issues outside of it... not so different.
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There are some things that are just universal.
[They reach the door and he unlocks it, calling through.]
It's me. I have Alexei with me. [He leans back on the door and gestures for Alexei to come in.]
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He can own a room when he walks into it when the occasion suits. Now isn't one of those occasions.]
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That and there's two cups of some sweet-smelling tea on the table, both untouched.
Arthur looks briefly surprised at the unexpected guest, but he quickly gives Alexei a light smile.]
Nice to finally meet you, Alexei. Did you want a drink at all- tea, coffee? Or something stronger?
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Whatever you want.
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He looks over his shoulder quickly when he hears the door click shut.
Arthur gets a quick scan. An up-down shift of his eyes as he takes in details. He doesn't venture to step away from his position near the door.]
No, thanks. [His native Russian accent bleeds lightly into his words. He takes a breath that's an obvious effort to steady himself.] This might just be a bad idea.
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Nonsense. [There's bite to the English accent, but it's playful, almost teasing.] You woke us up, your prize is being bothered by us whether you like it or not now. So you can take your drink and some leftovers if you're hungry, and you can hide in the spare bedroom until you're done being embarrassed.
[With a gesture to the hall across the room and a wry little grin.]
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You don't need to be social. You're not an intrusion. I would not have invited you here otherwise.
But it would make me feel better if you stayed.
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Why does this feel like I'm not gonna be given a fucking choice in the matter whether I want to be here or not.
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[But that grin is still cheeky, rather than smug, and he steps back to move to the kitchen.]
I'll get you some tea. Christ knows you don't need coffee right now.
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[He steps back, giving him all the space he wants.]
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You two, [He says, sounding faintly exasperated.] Need to pick a fucking lane and stick to it.
[There's some light Russian expletives muttered under his breath as he finally breaks from his ready-to-bolt position and takes a spot on the couch.]
It's been two minutes talking to both of you and I already feel like I'm herding fucking cats.
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[The kettle's still hot, so he makes a quick and easy black tea to bring back out to Alexei, leaving it on the small coffee table in front of the couch so he can take his own chamomile tea.]
Besides. If you're so busy trying to work out why we're being so welcoming, you're not having a panic attack, are you?
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I'm a psychiatrist. He's a detective. There are very different approaches to a situation.
It's how we keep the days interesting.
[He sits at the table and picks up a cup.]
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Ah. Nope. Don't like that.]
Yeah. [Alexei leans against the arm of the couch, propping his head on his hand.]
Guess it'd do that.
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You're certainly not the first person to have one. Not even the first in this room. There's nothing wrong with- with getting overwhelmed. It's perfectly human.
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Especially here when shit always happens.
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John's talked about you.
[Sheehan not so much, but the topic just never came up.]
We're friends. He's like family.
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He tends to do that. Along with his habit of turning people into family here. I'm glad to see it being appreciated.
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[Sheehan smiles into his cup as he sips it.]
John tends to hold on tightly to people.
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