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[corkscrewed]

I understand innuendo, I just always think it's weird when you use it at me.

[ he grins at him, tired but similarly earnest. ]

[statementfuckingends]

[He looks playfully offended. Which mostly just means marginally less tired, but it's still an improvement.]

Are you questioning my taste, Blackwood? [He's definitely grinning behind that sip.] Because disregarding your taste in archival bosses for five seconds, you're a real catch.

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[ martin huffs slightly, shoulders setting back, just because he knows that tim isn't teasing him maliciously here. ]

It's weird to think about. I never had time for relationships. I don't know how you managed it.

[statementfuckingends]

[He lifts his injured hand and still manages to point a finger gun at Martin.]

Institute funds.

[But since they're being honest (and the alcohol, perhaps, making his judgement a little impaired), he just shrugs before he takes another sip.]

It's not like any of them were serious, anyway. All in all it was just a bit of fun. [He pauses, glancing aside.] ...a lot of fun. Sometimes lots of different kinds of fun at the same time. [He swirls his drink idly.] But most of it was legitimately work-related.

[corkscrewed]

Dunno. Still think funds would've been best spent on more cronuts.

[ martin is watching his own drink, and it's definitely the alcohol that makes him crack up a little bit. ]

I dunno. Kind of wild to believe an archival assistant job required you to do that at all.

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I'll buy you a whole bloody box of the things if we make port. [He's happy to be held to such a stupid promise.]

I mean, I don't think we would have gotten half the police statements we did before Basira came along if I hadn't. People don't just share those at random, but it's delightful fun helping your boyfriend with his own work, when it's just some harmless old cold case no one'll miss.

[corkscrewed]

What's it like having charisma, Tim?

[ it's not meant to be self-deprecating; he's cracking up. ]

I can't bloody imagine.

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[Tim just snickers, letting the grin brush over his sore face.]

It's massively outweighed by my sense of humour and overwhelming modesty. All part of the whole experience.

[corkscrewed]

Yeah, of course. Don't know why I bothered asking, honestly.

[ but martin is ducking his head to smile. ]

Thanks for checking in on me, by the way. That was- It's good to have a friend here.

[statementfuckingends]

[Tim's face softens, and taking a drink doesn't quite hide the fond smile that lingers on his face.]

Course - any time. Thanks for letting me, really, it's not like you're under any obligation to.

[It's not like everyone didn't make it abundantly clear what they thought of his behaviour those last few weeks.]

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Sure, no obligation, but- saving you and Sasha is the whole reason I'm here. Be a bit shit of me to give you the cold shoulder considering all that.

[ he shakes his glass slightly, just distracting himself. ]

Time's not something we're short on, for the first time in forever.

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[Aaand his grin turns sly again.]

For the first time in forever? At least we've got a chance.

[And yes, he is absolutely making the reference you think he is.]

[corkscrewed]

[ he ducks his head to laugh incredulously, because goddamn what a nerd. ]

You know what? I'll drink to that, I guess.

[ and he'll probably just spend the rest of the time at the lounge chatting completely inconsequential bullshit, and brightening significantly as he does. ]