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[stilljustandrew]

*There should be a word for the inverse of deja vu, Andrew thinks as he crosses the street away from Central Park, squinting against the sun. A word for the way everything he passes seems to be sliding into place to form a tableau, a single moment he saw once through a door he couldn't step through.*

*Buses, taxis, pedestrians -- a car passes by, its radio playing something with a hip-hop beat, far too loud --*

*There. There.*

*Andrew steps onto the sidewalk and starts toward the mini-mart door, and toward the young man in a tuxedo who's standing just outside it, staring back through.*

*As the door closes:*

Hey.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Honeymoon."

Warren smirks a crooked smirk and barely restrains himself from giving Andrew a good rib-elbowing. You know: because of the obvious carousing that's going to go down.

"So, uh, we should..."

Nudity. They should nudity.

[stilljustandrew]

Got it.

*Andrew hesitates, then holds out a hand. He's smiling, but it's a very sober smile.*

You take care of each other, okay?

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Oooooh yeah."

Warren's mind? In the gutter. Where it belongs.

Warren shakes, like a good dog.

[stilljustandrew]

*The thing is: this is goodbye. Maybe for good.*

*And he can't say that.*

So, um.

I'll see you back at Milliways, yeah?

*Because from Warren's perspective ... he will.*

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yeah-huh," Warren snorts.

Because from Warren's perspective...he will. And so any somberness goes over Warren's head. Warren: detrimental to touching situations everywhere.

[stilljustandrew]

Take care. Be happy.

*A pause, and he hoists the This Is A Happy Day smile onto his face again, and lets go Warren's hand.*

Now get going. I'll cover your escape.

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren smiles back (no hoisting required), and then runs evasive action toward Isabel and the door. He throws in a serpentine, but draws the line at a barrel roll. This tux is rented.

[stilljustandrew]

And I have been told that every day in the sun is a good day
And I will put this one away
I will put this one away
I'm gonna put this one away
*Andrew stands where he is, and watches them go.*
Would you believe me if I told you the stories were true?
Would you believe me if I told you the whole world is feeling blue?
Would you believe me if I told you I was wrong?
Would you believe me if I told you this was a song about love?