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Oct 18, 2019 6:55 AM
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"...I certainly will."

He seems surprised, but doesn't object to any of this. He just strokes Cato's hair with the one hand that can reach.

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"Is there anything else you need from me at the moment?"

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"...I suspect most of it would be much more difficult with the administration incapacitated. We can get back to it."

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"It's not as though you don't know how to reach me," he agrees.

He thinks about saying it's been a pleasure, thinks better of it, and leaves.

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It's less than two days before Dulac is in a bar, and then a seedier bar, and then a succession of clubs, all through the night and into the next morning and stopping only for a catnap in the afternoon before going right back to it.

There are men. There are women. There's at least one who is neither. Maybe more; Dulac doesn't exactly talk to all of them.

None of them are right.

A day away, working, and then back again, unsatisfactory as it is, because there are places in this city to kneel and suck cock for hours, and it's never the high Dulac is hunting for but it's impossible to stop hunting.

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He gets regular updates from Cato on the logistics of the new venture, the academics showing interest in new funding and the status of the new recording equipment and the predictions for the next few small and relatively local infestations.

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After a full week has passed, an event in his calendar appears for the next morning.

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It takes all of his self-control to show up precisely on time.

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There's no one waiting in the lobby for him, this time, but his card works as it's supposed to.

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Well, then.

He goes up to the same waiting room as last time.

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It's empty, but there's a ladle wedged between the double doors to the apartment, keeping them from closing.

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Well, all right, he'll take that as an invitation.

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"–you got in."

He's sitting alone on the couch, feet curled under him, hands folded in his lap.

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"Was I not meant to? The door was open."

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"I left it open for you."

He's watching him (is he, really, with eyes that look like his?) with the smallest spark of curiosity.

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"Did you have something you wanted to tell me? Or is this purely a social visit?"

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"Oh. You're in the wrong place."

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"...you said you left it open for me."

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"I knew you were coming."

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"I see."

 

"While I'm here. Solar said she'd speak to you about my power."

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"...she did. 'I would have been fine with it, if his intentions are good.'"

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"...she would have, or you would have?"

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He pauses again, a minute. 

"...I would. But she was concerned about your intentions."

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"Are you?"

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