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[stilljustandrew]

*He's just woken up, and is sitting on the edge of the bed muzzily contemplating breakfast, when there's a knock at his door.*

mph ... Yeah?

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[stilljustandrew]

But --

*Andrew closes his mouth, hard, and is silent for a moment.*

Is there anything you want me to do?

[balletrat]

*Another shrug.*

Nothing you can do.

[stilljustandrew]

*He sighs unhappily.*

I know.
I hate that.

*And because there really is nothing else he can do, he gently pulls her closer and wraps her in a hug.*

[balletrat]

I know.

*She clings to him for a moment, and for a second plays with the idea of staying there all day, and pretending there is no duel, and maybe Alex will give up and forget and go away -

But she knows that won't happen.

There are rules.

So after a second, she pulls away.*

I'd - better go.

There isn't much time.

[stilljustandrew]

*He nods.*

Do you want me to be there? For the duel?

[balletrat]

*Again, she's tempted - this time to say no. Meg is as vain as the next person, more vain than some, and she has no desire to have Andrew see her defeated -

but she can't tell him to stay away. That wouldn't be fair.

So she nods, once, her face set, and then slips quickly back out the door before she can change her mind.*

[stilljustandrew]

*She doesn't think she's going to win this time.*

*Meg doesn't think she can win. And that more than anything makes him think he should be there.*

*Just in case.*