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"Because some people might feel awkward about it. If you don't, then forget I asked," he says with a soft laugh.

"You're not a different person because you're in a relationship with Arthur and neither am I, so I don't see what's changed there."

A pause.

"...I would appreciate if you leave some kind of indication in the outer room if you're going to fuck, however, just because I go in there and neaten up so he doesn't trip on things a lot of the time."

Sheehan doesn't sputter or skip when he gets flustered, but he does suddenly feel warm, like he's about to burn up and then fall through the floor.

He rubs his forehead with his finger, clearing his throat. "Ah, well, I'll be sure to keep that in mind, John, but I don't think we're nearly at that point yet. I don't - know if we will be."

They haven't even kissed properly!

"But respecting you in the space you share with Arthur is - well, of utmost importance."

"I just figured you should know. Generally, I only avoid his space if he's asked me to. So you'll have to let me know."

That finger rubs just a touch harder and he takes a drag from his cigarette. "Alright, John, thank you. I'll let you know if it ever becomes a possibility and we'll - figure it out, I suppose."

He does get a lot of quiet amusement out of imagining Arthur's reaction to that same question, at least.

"Good. Anyway... you look like you have a headache. Want me to go?"

Sheehan gives him a genuine laugh. "You don't have to, but I should get back to my paperwork. And - it's how I show embarrassment, John. It's not a headache."

It's a small signal, but one that he is alright sharing with John.

"Okay. Well, if you'd like to come for dinner some night when I don't have a shift, we should do that. I don't know how well you know Edwin, Natalie, or Willa outside of the breach, but they're a part of our family. So you probably should."

Willa.

His chest hurts for a moment.

"Edwin and Natalie are - well, I'm not close with them, but I'd like to meet. And Willa - I haven't met her properly, but we've been talking."

If sliding notes under doors counts as talking. Sheehan thinks it does.

"So thanks. I think I will join you. Doesn't have to be dinner, either. We can play games or something else. Something we all can do."

"Maybe dinner and a movie. I'm assuming Arthur's showed you the hosting room, with the conversation pit? There's a screen that we can use in there too."

"I've seen it," he agrees. "It's very convenient, actually."

"We usually host in my room. There's more space for it."

"Understandable," he answers with a smile. "Well, thank you for the invitation. I'll take you up on it."

"Good."

He looks at him for another moment before he turns to go.

"I'll let you know when we're going to have the dinner."

"Alright, John. I'm looking forward to it."

And since John's turned to go, Sheehan picks up his paperwork again.

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