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cameclosest

[He feels the urge to tattle on Sheehan except then he'll have to explain why he did it, and he knows why.

He kicks open the bathroom door in the lounge, guiding Sheehan to a stall and looks at him expectantly. He wants to shake him.]

I don't like mess either, so give me your tie, and get in there.

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heyboss

[He leans against the wall and loosens his tie, but the nausea is already fading. He breathes through his nose, letting it out, and presses his cheek against the tile wall.]

I'm alright.

I told you.

John doesn't like mess.

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cameclosest

[Varker is trying not to think about what he did the last time he was in this bathroom, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Yes, well most people aren't after drinking that much.

I can, because Birkov is a sick piece of shit. But you? [He sniffs, eyeing Sheehan's back.]

Does John like you testing your limits like that?

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heyboss

[He shakes his head, but that's a bad idea and then he leans back against Varker again.]

No.

Of course not.

But I'll be fine.

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cameclosest

[Varker hesitates before he steadies him with a hand on his chest.]

You know this won't stop me.

[temporary distraction at best.]

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heyboss

Nope.

But I can't stop you. You can only stop you. But I can - not - enable you.

[He leans heavily against the hand. Not being sick does not exclude him from the actual drunk.]

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cameclosest

Good luck with that.

[It's not so much bitter as it is hopeless.

He knows he has a problem. He's blatant about it on purpose for the simple fact that it is impossible to hide and so the more obvious the less likely someone will point it out. That he doesnt have to talk about it, just keep drinking.]

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heyboss

I should be wishing you the luck.

[His eyes close.]

Fuck.

Can you walk me home?

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cameclosest

Don't waste it on me.

[Varker takes in a deep breath, heaves a put upon sigh and rests his chin against Lester's shoulder.]

If I didn't like you as much as I do the answer would be no. [He straightens up, knows he isnt exactly sober either but can sure as fuck walk better than Dr. Drink here.]

You sure you don't need the toilet before we go?

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heyboss

[He waves a hand.]

I'm not sick. I'm just - I need to go to bed.

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cameclosest

Alright, but if you puke on my shoes you owe me a new pair of Louboutins.

[That's the price of friendship, Sheehan. He will steady him and start to walk him out towards the entrance, to the deck.]

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heyboss

[He leans heavily against him, closing his eyes.]

There are some in the wardrobe. I think.

What did you call them?

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cameclosest

Honest to god, real red bottom Louboutins, in my size and the right style and color?

[Oh, honey. No.]

No, but it's cute you think so.

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heyboss

I am not asking the Admiral for any more fancy goddamn things for you. [He would, though, and both of them know it.]

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cameclosest

You say that, but then you would If you ruined my shoes. [He shoulders the door open and holds it for Lester.]

And I suppose if you wouldn't, Norton can at least recognize a crime when he sees one and would get me another pair before I even had to ask if my dear friend Lester wouldn't.

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heyboss

Norton is very good at that.

I think he hates me, you know.

We were engaged in a breach.

[He pauses, one hand on the wall to keep himself steady.] Before I even know I was - me. And I asked him for advice later, with Arthur.

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cameclosest

He's never said as much to me. Have you, you know, asked him if he hates you?

[Varker stops, arm still around him.]

How did that go? I can imagine strangely. I don't know if you realized but the concepts of sexuality, gender and sex have a very wide and varying history across the years and over the world. I doubt he and I would agree exactly what it means to be gay and he was alive only a decade before I was born.

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heyboss

I asked him because we're from the same time. Or whatever - time he decides he's actually from sometimes. [His head hurts but he continues walking.]

And it went - fine.

But I'm a psychiatrist. From my time. I know what we mean to him.

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cameclosest

I told him he was born in the 19th century and he didn't correct me once. [Because they were yelling at each other but that could also mean Folgate is over 55.]

I dont doubt he hates the concept of your profession, but he did listen to you.

He read those books you gave him.

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heyboss

[He blinks as he process through that.]

He did?

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cameclosest

Trust me, I had to do a double take. Normally he just reads smut before bed.

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heyboss

For Christmas...he got me a book. [He starts to walk a little faster, nearly to the elevator before pushing the button.]

It was - on sex positions.

From:

cameclosest

[Varker follows after him, keeping pace. He manages to hold it in for a moment before he bursts out laughing.

Not necessarily at sheehan, but the gift is very Norton.]

Oh my god... Lester? [he leans in, playful.]

Was it helpful?

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heyboss

No!

[He leans against the wall until the elevator doors open and then he stumbles inside.]

We weren't even dating at the time.

From:

cameclosest

[Varker is still laughing to himself when he follows him in, pressing the button for his floor.]

You know, it probably wasnt even a joke.

I would bet money he was trying to help. Do you want me to ask him?