In a bar...

[captain_fucking_magic]

Harry's having a fairly good day, as these things go. He's taking a break from work, and has absconded with Perry's laptop to the bar, where he is typing up a blog post detailing their last case. Or at least, what he's allowed to blog about. Perry still insists on checking these things over before Harry posts them (confidentiality and all that, which fine. Harry can work with that), but he's got pretty good at knowing which bits to leave out or alter slightly to keep Perry in business.

And besides. It's kind of fun, being like Dr Watson. Only, you know. Without the doctor part.

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"I... don't really want to go around touching weird scars on strangers?" Harry tries.

He's not really sure what he did to get yelled at this time.

[myeuh_muh]

"Oh." Darcy relaxes a bit. "That's okay, you don't have to touch it. To be honest, that would be a little wierd. That's more a second date activity really.

"Hey, and it's not a weird scar. It's a perfectly regular scar that I made up a weird story for because I wanted to freak out Millicent Andrews. And it worked. So there."

[captain_fucking_magic]

"All right," Harry says.

He half thinks Darcy might be able to give Harmony a run for her money in some areas.

[myeuh_muh]

No comment.

"Are you saying 'all right' because it's a perfectly regular scar or 'all right' because you think I'm crazy?"

Maybe a bit more self-aware.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Can it be both?" Harry says. "Maybe a little more than the other, but probably kinda both."

[myeuh_muh]

"Okay." Darcy says, affably. "Sorry. I can get a bit... Keyed up."

She sits back, and fiddles with the deck of cards. Well, now she's made it awkward.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Right," Harry says. "So..."

Well, now he doesn't know what's going on, actually.

[myeuh_muh]

"Uh... Well if you want I can show you my scar..." Darcy says, since she's never been one to welsh on a deal. "I mean, it is a pretty good scar."

Uh.

"Or you could tell me more about Perry and we could raincheck?"

Disappointing but feasible.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"I dunno. Maybe Perry might wanna see it too. That could be his sorta thing."

He shrugs, as if he's not even sure what they're talking about anymore.

[myeuh_muh]

Wait.

What?

Darcy gives Harry a very long look.

"...Do you ever listen to yourself?" she tries, finally. It seems like the best question.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"What? Yeah. Like, all the time. Why?"

He's really not sure what her question has to do with anything. Of course he listens to himself.

[myeuh_muh]

Darcy looks at him again, another long moment.

"...You know, you're kind of adorable," she says, finally.

Kind of like the last puppy in the shop. Which is the last puppy because it looks really derpy and is standing in a puddle.

[captain_fucking_magic]

Well, she's asked a question, and he answered it, so now he's stuck on it.

"No, I wanna know. Why? I'm... I'm generally curious."

[myeuh_muh]

Darcy laughs, she can't help herself.

"It's because most guys don't ask girls if they'll show their scars to their gay boss who is not in the room. Not sober, any how."

She wonders if she should ask Harry how many times he's had a drink in his lap or some girl call him a jerk. And how many times he's felt he's deserved a drink in his lap or some girl calling him a jerk.

[captain_fucking_magic]

Not as often as Darcy might think, actually.

Usually the drink winds up on his face.

"Yeah, well. That just makes me special, doesn't it?" he asks, laying on the innocence with a trowel.

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"You're something alright." Darcy thinks it's a miracle he's made it this far.

"So, this Perry. Into scars, is he?"

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"I dunno," Harry says. "He seemed pretty fucking interested in mine."

He seems more annoyed than anything. Seriously, he's a grown man. He is capable of taking care of himself, even after he'd been shot.

[myeuh_muh]

Darcy does some quick mental arithmetic and comes up with a big cartoon question-mark. What is this guy's deal, apart from no mental filter? (Something Darcy can appreciate.)

"The clingy type?" she ventures.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"More like I think he'd rather have a yappy little dog instead of someone to do his filing for him."

He shrugs and rolls his eyes, already long-used to being told 'Sit. Stay.'

[myeuh_muh]

"The yappy little dog wouldn't know the filing system though."

This is not answering any of Darcy's questions. Namely, the question of exactly how thoroughly this guy's boss has been checking out his 'scar'. Would it be crass to just ask?

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Hey, it's a real scar. From a real bullet. So there.

"Not according to him."

Perry doesn't even know the filing system, though. Harry considers this job security.

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Darcy's pretty sure just asking would be cheating. But she's also pretty sure that Harry is either smart or stupid enough to just dance round the question all day.

"So. You and him..."

She tries various phrases in her head for a moment. Ever do it on the floor of a bathroom in Memphis? No, that might actually be a unique-to-her experience. Doing the horizontal tango? Hiding the salami? Oh no wait, that one's gross. Fine. Let's be all junior high.

"Are you a thing? You know..."

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"A thing? What?"

It takes the time to say that before Harry realises what she means.

"Oh. Oh! No. God no. That would be..."

[myeuh_muh]

"Icky like a brother?" Darcy supplies. She's pretty sure she got a whiff of denial there, but whatever.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Weird," he finishes.

He doesn't say why it would be weird, but weird is weird.