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[Sweat beaded on his forehead, and dripped down David's nose. He ignored it, completely focused on his practice - the flowing movements and the thoughts he let buble behind them.
Dominick had turned out to be a very good assistant indeed. The office was sorted and organized in no time at all, with a new system for incoming reports and information. Though he should remind Ethan he needed a weekly summary report of information he gathered, as well as.
These were the kinds of things he thought about while trying to reach that calm center people told him had to exist. That calm center he at least managed to pretend was there when he fought.
It had been six months since he fought even remotely in public. A few more since he'd trained. But it was good to use the Spade training rooms every once in a while - when time and daylight granted him the gift.
Nice to remind the Castle he was still King - and he would be for a while.]
Dominick had turned out to be a very good assistant indeed. The office was sorted and organized in no time at all, with a new system for incoming reports and information. Though he should remind Ethan he needed a weekly summary report of information he gathered, as well as.
These were the kinds of things he thought about while trying to reach that calm center people told him had to exist. That calm center he at least managed to pretend was there when he fought.
It had been six months since he fought even remotely in public. A few more since he'd trained. But it was good to use the Spade training rooms every once in a while - when time and daylight granted him the gift.
Nice to remind the Castle he was still King - and he would be for a while.]
Ahhhh I lost this I'm sorry ;;
i would be delighted, sweetheart.
[Guiding her into her office, he gestures her towards his couch before disappearing into his bed chamber to get a slightly less sweat shirt.]
Just give me a moment, hm?
Shh, just come into my arms now. \o/
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/falls into arms
You are well?
/swaddles foreverrr
...well enough, considering. [] I've... a new bodyguard now. [] And Mr Elisha's taught me to make model rockets.
/feels warm and comfy
[His arm fell lightly around her, completing the fit against his side. They'd need to make a new arrangement, soon, for their sitting.
But not yet.]
Rockets, you say?
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Lucas Addison. ..."Addy."
[He remembered the man, went off to war for a while. Off sort. PTSD, as far as David could tell.]
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He is a good man.
[Last he heard, before the war. But had come back different - suffered from PTSD as far as David could make out. Only time would tell how much it affected his service to Eileen.
Addy's secret, not something he should share, and so only something he would keep an eye on.]
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[How big had that previous rocket been, if she wanted to make it bigger.]
How lovely.
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[He asks absently as he lets her turn the pages.]
Yes, very well, I will come. [What's this, is it...] Did he make you do this math?
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'Make' is a bit of a strong word, I think. I did agree to it quite willingly.
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He had to read it again, before even that - dusty and rusty as it was - came back.]
It looks very good. You're terribly smart, sweetheart.
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You've always been smart.
[And while his rusty physics could probably attempt to work some of this out, she'd likely enjoy explaining more than he'd enjoy the puzzling.]
Now why don't you tell me what this means. I seem to be in need of a good teacher.
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