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Im sorry were you looking for an invitation love?
They’re very explicit in their descriptions.

What if you prove distracting?

I do quite enjoy listening to you read.

If I'm distracting to you, then I suppose I take over reading. If I'm distracting to the bird, then I get to pet her and you get to go back to your book in silence.

Or were you thinking of another solution?

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I was thinking how I’m fine enough with such books on my own, but if I’m to read one with you nearby or, worse, you start reading, that will be an exercise in restraint on my part bordering on cruelty

Teasing aside, you’ve made your boundary clear regarding sex with me or sex in general right now, and I’ve no interest in over-stepping it

So if I were to have your company, it would not be with this book.

You're a very good man, better than I deserve. I won't put you through that, not when you're so good to me.

If you want peace to read, I'll not bother you for a few hours. Or you can tell me what other tricks your little lady knows.

You deserve everything. I’ll remind you every time you try to sell me that line.

My book isn’t more interesting than talking to you

Let’s see. She dances to some music, mostly bubble pop stuff like that taylor swift person do you know her? One of my theatre guys listened to that kind of music and taught Thunder how to sing from it

She says hello with my accent, sings some songs from my home, and makes a jingle sound like fes used to
Oh and I taught her to make a thunder sound
Proud of that one

In that case, continue to talk to me. I'd enjoy that.

I don't know the Taylor Swift person. But I found a lot of Ellie's old tapes, in the Hollow when I was tidying it up. If you have a tape of that, you could come play it here. I have other tapes too, of music. Nothing from my world, I don't think. Unless this music happens after my time.

Did you teach her those songs? The ones from your home? Maybe you can do a duet. And I can teach her to say some phrases from London. One of our traditional greetings is "fuck off copper".

We could do a visit. She’s behaved well enough now and she’d likely like a new place. Besides, I haven’t seen the place properly either except from outside.

I did teach her. Mostly cause she kept singing the same few bars, it was self preservation. You’re welcome to try and teach her whatever you like
But what’s copper mean if not a metal?

You are both welcome any time. The ceilings in there are high, she can go for a little flight around the place. Tell me what corners need dusting.

Ah I remember that stage. Sammy went through a stage of just singing one line from a nursery rhyme.

Its one of the things we call policemen. Peelers as well. Or "those wankers".

Your new contract won't mind?

Yeah, unfortunately she won't grow out of it, she's still a bird as smart as a toddler and forever stuck there.

Your distaste for your local city guard is as colorful as ever. Spoken like a true man constantly caught on the wrong side of it. You're welcome to teach her how to say that.

She's more than happy for me live away from her in my own home. She won't mind you or birdie visiting, trust me.

Thats better than most people.

And thank you. I'd like to think that I manage to keep them on their toes and keep them moral by killing off any of the bastards that use their power and the law as mask for hurting people.

Just checking, I've no interest in causing you problems.
When? Cause I've a mind to come over sooner rather than later.

[Because he misses him, but he doesn't have to type that part.]

You sound like an avenging knight. Like a paladin of righteous good. Protector of the small.

This evening? We can have supper. You're welcome to use my kitchen.

[ It would be the first time anyone has used that kitchen. ]

No love. I just hate the police. Apart from Freddie. He's half way decent.

This evening. I'll make us something homey.

I bet someone's written something pretty about you, but alright dash my fantasies.
Who's Freddie? I don't recall his name coming up.

I'll lend a hand, if you'd like.

Do you think? I really don't think there's anyone outside of this city that's ever written anything about me. Nice or otherwise. I try not to appear in written records back home.

Inspector of the London Police. He's a reasonably senior officer, not the highest, but quite high. I first met him when we arrived, and he was helpful. But we're not close friends. He's a useful man to know, all the same.

I'd like that a lot.

It doesn't have to be history or even news. A child you save tells the story of the big man who made the scary men go away. Someone writes a poem of a dark rescuer they never even truly saw. You live on in many things, love, I would bet anything.

[He tyes out 'heroes always do' and erases it. He still feels it, but as surely as Jacob's likening him to something angelic sits ill in him, this line of praise clearly sits ill in the older man.

Some day soon, he'd get Jacob Frye under him again and whisper every praise and ounce of love he contained into that scarred skin until some of it sank back in.]

Ah, yes, I understand all too well. Sounds a useful ally at least.

I couldn't say if anyone has ever done anything like that about me. I met an author, when I was younger a few of them. I'll see if I can find you a version of Dicken's stuff.

[ He wouldn't necessarily need to be under him to hear that. ]

Friends in high places can be extremely useful in my line of work.

I think I've heard the name from others of Earth, but I'd read him if you like his stuff.

[Shh let him have his body worship asperations.]

I can imagine. You've a veritable network to do what you have to do. Takes a lot of planning and groundwork and trust built to maintain it.

Speaking of high places, I have a new picture for you.

Cant say that I was a big fan. I appreciate what he was trying to say but they paid him by the word. Never pay a writer by the word.

[ Or you'll end up with Great bloody Expectations. ]

I'd love to claim that I did it all myself, but I didn't. Both here and back home someone did all that ground work for me.

New picture?

That sounds terrible. I rescind my offer to try his things. If you find anything you like to read, I'll try that instead.

[He trusted Jacob's tastes in things at least.]

Still takes work to maintain and not let it fall apart. Credit where it's due, love.

Here. Flew up to that big fucker in the Up one night. Been having trouble keeping my head clear, but that helped for a bit. Thought you'd like the view. [He sends a new picture along.]

There were some books at home that weren't too bad. But I never got as much time to sit and read as I'd like. Maybe you can give me some recommendations for books here?

[ The image comes through and its gorgeous, Chris sat up there with the sky reflected, the buildings spread out below him. He saves it quietly as the background of his phone. ]

I should join you up there some time. It looks incredible.

I have a few I've enjoyed as long as you're not too particular. I'll bring a few with me later.

Be happy to take you whenever you'd like. It's peaceful enough. Cold though, and getting colder, we'll bring a blanket.

[...]

Date on the ledge of a building?

A talking blanket?

I was thinking it might be interesting to work out how I can get up there, but maybe that's for another time. If you want to help me up there, that's fine by me. We can cuddle under a blanket together.

No a sad regular blanket, I’ll just have to talk to you instead

Gods, when you do at least let me spot you or something. Otherwise sounds grand. Maybe you can hold my hand to keep me from falling as I lean over the side. Something different in the thrill of that versus doing it with wings out.

Ah well at least I'll earn my keep as a conversation partner.

Spot me? You know no one has done that since I was nine years old. You dont have to. But I'll hold your hand. And maybe we can find a smaller drop and ill teach you some leaps.

Darling I don’t know how tall you grow your buildings in London, but this thing’s a monster and I’d not scale it how you scale things without at least my anti-death magic no matter how old I was.

But I’ll learn leaps from you if you’ve a kind to teach, my dexterity is more fair than the average man, even if it’s nothing to a rogue.

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