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[arollingstone]

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[arollingstone]

Well, don't sound too condescendin' about it.

[But TJ's smile only grew in size as he let out a sigh. Today had been... a time, to say the least. Most of what he wanted was to take a run, but with Amal's promise looming overhead, that wasn't an option.]

Hey, can I ask you a favor, man?

[slapdash]

[ Jim just grins more at that, glad TJ got the joke for what it was. He nods at the question, growing a little more serious. ]

Sure.

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If this keeps up too much longer... [He cast a furtive glance towards the door.] Promise me you'll sneak me outta here for a while. I get cooped up too long I go a little nuts.

[slapdash]

[ Kirk stares at TJ after hearing that request, giving his own glance towards the stairs leading up to the apartment, where he assumes Amal is. Looking back at TJ, voice lowered some, ]

I can try.

[ Because what is self-preservation. Kirk's pissed off a Vulcan. An overprotective boyfriend isn't that much worse.

Right? ]

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[For Kirk's sake, let's hope.]

You're a saint, man. [TJ's smile was still thin, bearing signs of exhaustion, but the relief was genuine.] A gentleman and a scholar.

[slapdash]

[ Kirk gives a small laugh at that, giving his head a shake, ]

I believe that's called "false advertising".