[Hell will have frozen over, Holiday. Either that, or you've gotten him very, very drunk and not while he was in a melancholy, guilt-ridden, or just flat-out depressed mood.]
[She'll find Six at home, eyeballing the sprig of mistletoe hanging unceremoniously in the middle of their living room. He reaches out to poke it every-so-often like a curious cat with a toy, but trying to pull it down yields no results.]
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It's not bad.
[One of these days, she'll make sure you enjoy a party.]
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...What brings you to my little corner?
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[He came. That should appease Nautilus...right?]
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I'm happy that you came over, at least.
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Nautilus has a bad habit of making the consequences of missing something worse than its original plans.
[He raises an eyebrow.]
Will you be home soon? [Because he'll be waiting up for you.]
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[Oh?]
Yes, I will be. Why?
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I wake up when people walk through the door. I didn't want to assume you were an intruder.
[Remember that knife he threw at your head? Still feels kind of guilty for that.]
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I won't be far behind you, then, if at all. Just have to say good night to some people.
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[He starts to head out.]
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What is that?
[She knows exactly what it is... Unfortunately, she only happened to look once she was beside Six, but that fact doesn't quite register yet.]
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