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He wears a grin under her examination, watching the eyes dart back and forth between the observations; the piecing of the puzzle.

"You wouldn't be wrong. It was a humbling experience, but I made it out on top, in the end."
Hard to leave much of a trail when you're taken against your will. But at least he's alive.

"Why not? You're not a detective because it pays well. Think of it like a game."
Maybe he's become a little more sentimental, though he'd never admit it. That's like a death sentence.

"Maybe one day," he shrugs.

"I need to keep some secrets, you know. Makes me interesting."
"I wasn't being funny at all," he says earnestly, looking at her.

Of all the things he's ever said, it might be what he's meant the most. If someone like this could ever 'mean' anything at all.
He can't help but smile at the admission. It was something... affirming.

"If the last thing I ever hear is you insulting me, I'll count myself lucky. Really."
He looks at her with a cocked brow, expecting a resolution to her sentence.

"You were...?"
"Didn't think you'd be waiting up like that," he shrugs too, rapping his fingertips against the adjacent table.

"I know I don't need to protect you, believe me. I don't need to endanger you either."
"Bigger fish to worry about, more like." He huffs, looking back.

"I wasn't going to put that on you. The less you're involved, the better."
Grounded is good. Necessary, even.

"I wasn't hiding from you," he's quick to correct. "I got a 'promotion.' I got busier. Hard to see you when I've got those kinds of eyes on me, now."
The bitterness is a snap back into reality, whether it's because of the hangover or something else.

"I, uh," he starts, scratching the back of his head. "I owe you an explanation, I guess. For being radio silent for a while there."
"Cook for me? Wow. I feel special." He teases, glancing at the box and then out the window.

"It wouldn't be the worst thing I've put in my body."
His lips break as he scoffs, following her into the kitchen.

"I'll have something in a bit," he nods. "You're a great host."
He meets her eyes from above, still grinning.

"Sure. We can say that."
"Well, detective, I'm sure you can figure out what happened one way or another." He huffs.

"Eating something might help."
He sits himself on the couches arm, looking down at her.

"Rough night?"
A smirk helplessly growing on his face as his eyes float around the room, coming back to her.

"Unfortunately, I am real."
If the wrong person sees him entering, then they're both dead. It's better this way, he thinks.

"Rise and shine," he puffs, shutting the window behind himself.
Complete coincidences.

It's even a coincidence that he's climbing in through her window, now.
Him? Worried? Never.
He'd say it's worth it, if she's worried.
She should get that checked out.
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