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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.]

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[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[How big had that previous rocket been, if she wanted to make it bigger.]

How lovely.

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

It is. [] You ought to come to the next launch.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

The next launch?

[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?

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

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'Make' is a bit of a strong word, I think. I did agree to it quite willingly.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[Physics... had not been his strong point. Not past the very basic overview he'd gotten before running away.

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.

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

I've had good teachers. [] Besides, it's easy when you've the rocket in your hands.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[Easy? Well.]

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.

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

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[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[That was, indeed, exactly what he'd wanted. To settle back and let the babble wash over him as he follows only about one word in two. It was enough, however, to see her excited.]