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[ingeniar]

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[rehandle]

I'm well aware.

[ingeniar]

Dinner?

[rehandle]

Dinner and a stroll.

[ To somewhere in particular, but he's got to maintain some mystery. ]

[ingeniar]

It is, in fact, a date.

[rehandle]

Good. I'll pick you up at eight. [ From the room that they share far more often than they don't. ] Let you know which day on the morning of.

forward dating

[ingeniar]

[ Sometime early in the week, once Tony has played out enough of his patience, not long after they've kissed each other goodbye and headed off to their respective morning activities (the gym, for Tony): ]

Tonight?

[rehandle]

Tonight what?

[ Just making sure he reaps the sown seed of You're asking me on a date? ]

[ingeniar]

[ Nice try. ]

For the thing.

[rehandle]

Hm?

[ingeniar]

[ Fine. ]

The thing with us.

You were going to take me out on a date.

[rehandle]

Oh. You're getting impatient for our date.

[ Thank you. He'll stop. ]

Ok. Tonight.

[ingeniar]

Hey, I'm patient.

[rehandle]

You're patient. Ok.
Let's do it next week instead.

[ingeniar]

[ Nnnno? No. ]

I'm actually busy next week. And the week after. And all the other weeks are pretty full. Tonight is actually the only time I can do. So..

[rehandle]

Wow. Busy man. Thanks for the heads up, wouldn't want to miss my one and only chance. Wait there and I'll see if I can make it work.

[ Says the man who literally just said Tonight ]

[ingeniar]

Now?

[rehandle]

Patience personified.

[ingeniar]

I just need to get dressed.

[rehandle]

Go on, then

[ingeniar]

What are we going for? Do I need a suit?

[rehandle]

Yes.

[ingeniar]

You're so annoying sometimes.

[ But give him twenty minutes. Maybe half an hour. He circles back with a photo. ]

[rehandle]

That'll do.

[ Do you ever have to take a moment to consider how much your luck has turned lately? ]

Still picking you up at 8. Try not to drop anything down you in the meantime.

[ingeniar]

[ Asshole.

Thankfully, Tony's used to spending his day in expensive suits. It's not difficult to change his plans from playing with Jonty's 1967 Corvette to something more sedate: namely, spending the time with his laptop and a drink, ensconced in the velvet dark of the Hex Club. ]

[rehandle]

[ Fortunately, there's no need to resort to a total change of plan. When he opens the door to head to the Hex, Stephen's standing waiting for him, similarly date-ready, sling ring a brass counterpoint to the warm silver he's so rarely seen without now when he pulls a hand from his pocket to wave hello. Valiantly doing Tony the courtesy of keeping his shit-eating grin somewhere closer to a shit-eating smirk. ]

Anywhere important to be?