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[anewwaive]

Gideon knew there was still a fucking gaping hole where his best man was supposed to be. In a strange way, he had a feeling he had been holding out in a vain attempt to hope Desmond fucking appeared again, but enough was enough. He knew exactly who he'd want to take that place, and now he just had to ask. It was easier said than done, since this

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[belongsomeplace]

Jim opens the door a half-second later, already close by and getting ready to head out. "Hey, Gideon," he says, looking past him for a moment to see just what kind of day it is. "What's up?"

[anewwaive]

"Hey," he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It was still weird as hell to be doing this, but he was still glad he was around. "I actually wanted to fucking talk to you about something. You...busy or whatever?"

[belongsomeplace]

"Nah, I got nowhere special to be," says Jim easily. "You want to do this inside or out?"

[anewwaive]

"Inside, I guess," he shrugged, because it didn't really fucking matter. "It's fucking hot out here today."