gunsforhire | LOG: Crappy take out and some beer

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LOG: Crappy take out and some beer

Who: Texas (native) and Florida (native)
What: Chillaxing and relaxing. Oh and Florida has some feelings and things to talk about.
Where: One of Florida's safe houses.
When: 5/22 evening
Warnings: Possible adult situations and talk? Will edit this if it becomes a thing.

More scarves. He's saving her a bit by making them for her and she's not sure if she needs to thank him or not for shoving Omega into approaching her to hang-out. If only her brother didn't need that shove in the first place.

She's picked up what passes for Chinese take-out on Adaptive and brings it with her to his safe house. She's packed herself an overnight bag and a few things to occupy her time since she has a feeling he'll be knitting at least part of the night. It sounds like he's being doing a whole helluva lot of that lately and she's not sure what 'frustration' has brought that on.

Her bike is parked in the garage next to his Isis and she enters into the house with only a short knock of warning.

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"Yeah, you said that. And also added a 'no' to the end of your answer when I asked before," she replies. Like there was something else to be said.

She rolls her eyes and focuses her attention on her food. If he doesn't want to elaborate, she's not going to pull it out of him. As she said at the start of this, which problems he wanted to talk about were ultimately his choice.

"Wh... What are we?"

Florida looks away the second he asks the question. This is so stupid. He'd going to blow all this with a stupid question. But he has to keep going. "Coworkers, allies, friends? I tell you all this stuff and I help you with your family, and what do..."

Does he really care what he gets in return?

"You don't open up to me in response, so it's clearly not really... Well, it's not what I'd expect with someone who I was pretty sure just wanted to use me for stress relief."

Is he really asking her that? It's not something she's given much thought, finding it easier not to over think when she's been enjoying their time together. But she should have known this would need to be answered sooner or later.

"What do you want us to be?" she asks. "To start we work together and are friends, I wouldn't be coming around this often if we weren't."

But are they anything else? She didn't think he was looking for that.

"Did you really think I was coming around to use you?"

"Isn't that what both of us are here for?" Florida asks. If she says yes then it's yes for him as well as absolute truth. Period. Forever. Easier for them that way.

Easier for him to ignore the strange feeling gnawing at his gut. Eyes in the takeout. Remember that. Don't look. Can't hurt if you don't look.

God that's so childish, but it's not like Florida knows how to process reasonable human feelings like this. He never got to have that 'crushes' and 'dating' and adorable failure part of life. He doubts she did either. At least that she remembers.

"We're both getting pleasure out of what we do, so use is a faulty word choice. I am sorry for that."

"I'm here because I like being here. With you," she answers with a slight shrug and there's a slight pause as she sets down her plastic fork and sets her food aside. "I like you. Is that going to be a problem?"

More than like at this point, but she's still not sure where the hell this line of conversation is even going. Does he want her to leave?

"You like me... What does that even mean?" Florida sighs, shaking his head.

A whole realm of human experience that he's so blind and unexperienced in that he's not even certain he's reading her tone properly. Like him as a friend or as a coworker or tolerate him or...

He groans and just flops back into his corner of the couch. "I feel like I imagine a high school boy does."

Like a high school boy? Suddenly she has all the context she needs.

"If you want to be my boyfriend all you have to do is ask," she teases lightly as she reaches for one of his hands. " Didn't think you were looking for that.'

Huh? What? Wait... Huh?

Florida pulls his hand back, staring at Tex like she's grown a second head. "B-boyfriend?"

Yep, brain seems to have disconnected from his mouth because there should be a filter here that makes his language flow cheerfully out without stammers and stutters and other issues.

"I'm not exactly boyfriend material and you'd deserve someone closer to your age and mercenaries don't date and did I mention the fact that emotional connections aren't exactly easy for me or that I have absolutely no clue what the hell I would be doing even if your assumption was correct which I'm not saying that it is because that would be and anyway isn't dating just a means to an end for sex and aren't we already doing that so clearly we don't need anything resembling dating anyway how was your day did you like the scarves and do you have a specific shade of gray you would prefer?"

Yeah... he's totally not flipping out.

Holy shit. She didn't think saying that one damn word would open up the floodgates. She only manages to catch half of what he's rambling on about before she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"How about you stop jumbling everything together so I understand what the hell you're trying to say," she says firmly. "Let's start somewhere simple. Do you like spending time with me? Yes or no."

How are yes or no questions going to solve his problems?

Florida sighs in frustration and nods. "Yes. I enjoy our time together. You are a rare spot of calm in a stormy sea."

"Then I don't know why you're freaking out," she replies and reaches for her beer to finish off the last of the bottle. "If you don't want something serious, tell me but so far you haven't been a shitty boyfriend."

"I haven't been a boyfriend," Florida insists. "I make you food and help you with your family. Boyfriends are supposed to be..."

He doesn't know. Some sort of mythical creature? God this is difficult.

"I... wouldn't know what serious was if it bit me in the ass."

"It's not like there's some kind of blueprint for how every boyfriend should be," she says with a slight snort. "But usually? They're supposed to be around when things get shitty and help."

Which he has somehow managed to do since she's showed up in this city.

"It can't be that easy," Florida laughs. Because he's been doing that from the word go, hasn't he?

"No, but it's a place to start while we figure out the rest. Dating usually implies monogamy too, but I know some of what you do for work." She glances in the direction of the altered bedrooms. She knows though it is something she's willfully not thought much about.

"I can't not do that," Florida reminds her softly. "Information gathering techniques, no matter how questionable, must be used."

He's never thought he'd feel guilty for that. "I... I can drop any non-informational sources, though. Well... I have one partner that it acts more as therapy for them and there is nothing sexual between us, but I would hate to just drop them. They need the support and they may be useful to me someday."

Omega. He can't just tell Tex that he has every intention of tying Omega up whenever the other man needs it, if he ever gets the courage to ask.

She blinks back her surprise. She didn't expect him to just volunteer to drop his other partners. Whoever they may be.

"If you keep it to business and I don't hear anything about it, then I'll deal," she says with a small sigh. Out of sight, out of mind. "As for this other person... You promise it's nothing sexual?"

"I think if I tried anything sexual with my therapy case, I might end up with a gun in my face," Florida laughs. He is pretty sure Omega would if he could. But Florida thinks this therapy of his might actually help Omega with some of his clear underlying anger issues.

"If I promise that you're the only one I come to outside of work, then what does that change?"

Because it feels like things are changing around him, and maybe in a good way.

That'll help her keep the jealously in check. She's never done that for a paycheck or to get information out of someone else, but she's done her share of questionable work. His 'therapy case' is a curiosity, but one thing at a time.

"Then I'll trust you to stick to that," she answers. "And unless you're scared off already, I'm willing to give this dating thing a try."

Florida hesitates for a time before moving in to cup her face in his hands. She's so beautiful, and her eyes like this are just so beautiful.

"You're willing to try with a man like me?"

He doesn't let her answer. Instead he leans in to kiss her. Just right on the lips. Florida doesn't kiss for the sake of the kiss, and here he is, doing just that.

Her lips linger against his as she smirks and lets one of her hands get tangled up in his hair. This isn't what she expected to happen when she came over, but she's not about to complain.

"Wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't," she says finally and begins to pull away. He's tempting, but she's hungry and they have the rest of the night.

"You're making me think I should have picked up something nicer for dinner so we could celebrate better."

"I have found, in my life, that celebration is made by the company, not the food," Florida laughs, reaching for his takeout. And, as an after thought once he starts eating, he moves his legs to one is resting in her lap. There. Affectionate?

If his foot is going to be in her lap, then it's going to have her container of food resting on it while she eats. How are the others going to react once it gets out of the bag? It'll be hard to keep it under wraps with them living in the same area together.

"I have no complaints about that," she replies. "So, what's your stance on actual dates?"

"A-actual dates?" Florida asks, and right there, he's back to nervous teen. "I... I don't know. I don't even know what to think about keeping this secret."

If Lou directly asks, can he keep this from her?

Secret? She raises a brow at that. They had been keeping it underground before, but she doesn't think that's really a necessity now.

"Do we need to keep it secret? I don't think we need to shout it from the mountain tops, but it doesn't matter if anyone else knows."

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