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Not sure I can afford it. And it sounds like she's still needing it to not stay dead.

[Which he wishes he didn't give a shit about.]

If you want. But I'm sure I can come up with a deal that would work if you want it.

I know what it's like to have an item that's a piece of yourself. And I know how distraught I was when I lost it.

I'll think about it.

[Another text arrives a few minutes later.]

I appreciate the offer.

[Now that's some painful shit to have to say.]

Don't mention it.

[ no seriously, don't mention it, hearing Sweeney appreciate something is bloody weird. ]

I've got to keep an eye out for Team Inventory, of course. Maybe I can ask the Admiral to make us matching shirts.

[ joking is a perfect distraction! ]

[Oh fuck no.]

Can't imagine me pulling off anything that'd suit you. And you know the Admiral would give you the pick over stuffing you in a tank and braces.

[It's an amusing image though.]

I'll make sure that they're all my size so that the Barge gets to look at your amazing pecs in your too-tight shirt.

Roman can just fucking deal.

[Oh right. That cunt's on staff. Ugh.]

He could use the discomfort. But I ain't fixing any seams.

[Even though he's a skilled tailor, as Leprechaun are.]

If your body busts the seams open, I'm taking pictures.

You know that doesn't really sell me on the idea.

[You big ho.]

Just shut up and let me objectify you.

[ he's a big ho. ]

Only mostly teasing by the way. No reporting me to the Barge HR that we absolutely don't have.

I though you were the one that enjoyed being objectified.

[There's a prompt follow up.]

You're not fond of Misty, are you?

Misty the nosy inmate?

[ There's a long pause before he answers, ]

I wouldn't say I'm not fond. She's a nuisance. She's annoying. She needs to learn when to shut the hell up and to accept that occasionally she doesn't get answers. But she's fun to play with and even more fun to get drunk.

Fun enough to fuck?

[ WELL THEN. Dorian knows from Flotilla there's an unspoken 'with Sweeney in the room watching' but he's not gonna tackle that bit right now. ]

Right. I'm going to be honest with you. If she had literally any other warden, I would happily ignore whatever the hell they said and go along for the ride. But unfortunately for all of us, I'm good friends with Pagan Min.

[ And he would also very much like to keep sleeping with Pagan and he knows "possibly fucking Pagan's inmate who has massive boundary issues" would be a good way to put a tiny little hamper in that friendship. But how to phrase this diplomatically... ]

He can be a teensy bit possessive of Misty. [ Not entirely true, adequate enough excuse. ] So let me clear it with the big boss first—not because of any wardenly nonsense, but because I'm not in the mood to ruin friendships due to a one night stand. Otherwise? I'd be up for it.

[Well then, indeed. That's a whole lot of 'I'm not ready for that sort of potential drama'. Even though Pagan has given Sweeney no impression that he gives a shit about who she's fucking as long as they don't hurt her.]

I'm not proposing anything formally. Just curious.

[He hasn't floated the idea past her, after all. And he's still working on the 'how do you feel about people hearing us have sex?' bit. That's a significant jump.]

Pencil me in as a maybe. As well as a quite literal 'it's not you who might be causing problems, it's me.'

[ Why are relationships and friendships and friends with benefits so messy sometimes, Dorian doesn't know. ]

[And this is the reason Sweeney fought so hard to not fuck anyone here in the first place. Fucking is for the land of drunkenness and bad decisions one doesn't have to live with when he's on the road again the next day.]

I'm not looking for problems. Certainly not looking to do anything that's more trouble than it's worth.

And trust me: I'm not looking to cause trouble.

And we're going to pretend that neither of us are actually trying to be responsible about something that should be impulsive and reckless.

[Okay? There's only so much a poor Leprechaun can take. His comfort zone was passed a few mile markers back.]

Oh my God of course. The fact that I even went straight to 'I should check with someone else' instead of 'let's fuck her brains out' disgusts me.

I'm responsible now. How horrid.

Oh how you've fallen. Having a proper inmate's gonna have you coloring inside the fucking lines.

If I start turning down alcohol, drugs, or sex right out the gate, please go tell the Admiral because I've obviously been brainwashed or replaced by a pod person.

[ a pause before, ]

Cocaine's the one exception to that rule. I have a VERY good reason for turning down cocaine.

No cocaine. Got it.

[There's only a moment before there's a follow up.]

Met your man. Get why you like him.

[Sweeney, a master in the art of the segue.]

We're annoyingly alike in a lot of ways.

He's dead back home. Have I told you that? I'll admit, I'm a little pissed that everybody else got to see him but I didn't.

He mentioned that. And I know the feeling. He leave a note?

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