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[m_pinocchio]

He knows he has no reason to be nervous about this. It's not like it's an offensive question, and fuck, it's not like Lennox is even likely to say no. But he's never asked a question quite like this, not even proposing, if what had happened on the beach could even properly be called a proposal, and his fingers are feeling a little twitchy as he

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[moraldyslexic]

"Yeah," comes the long, slow drawl of an answer and there's a sound of stumbling around inside the hut before the door opens and Lennox is standing there with a lit joint in one hand. "Hey, man," he says, grinning lazily. He's always glad to see Mike, but when he's more stoned than usual, he's especially glad to see Mike.

"What's up? You okay? You wanna smoke?" It kinda looks like he needs it right now.

[m_pinocchio]

And he should have known that this was going to be fine. "Yeah," he says with a sudden grin, stepping forward. "Yeah, I really fucking would, if you don't mind sharing." Not that Lennox ever has in the past.

[moraldyslexic]

Lennox gives Mike a look that makes it clear he doesn't mind sharing, then comes down the stairs, followed by the dogs, and flops down on the nearby bench in his front yard. "Come and get it, man," he says, still grinning, holding the joint out to Mike. "So what's up? Just coming to hang out?"

[m_pinocchio]

"God, no," he says, grinning and rolling his eyes as he takes both a seat and the joint and inhales. He closes his eyes briefly with a soft cough and hands it back. "I fucking hate hanging out with you. Goddamn chore."