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[He'd drove all night, habitually remembering to drink from the cold flask of cheap coffee he'd picked up from a diner and even more habitually to chew on aspirin. He had to keep the pain in his arm at bay, occasionally it would spasm causing him to jerk the wheel to one side. His eyes were aching, and either that was because of the exhaustion or the emotions which were rattling around in his head, both of which weren't things he was able to take care of right then.

He'd eventually caved in and put on the radio, listening to some random popular music station so he wasn't left with just his own thoughts. He didn't exactly enjoy the music but it was better than utter silence, every now and again he'd press a wad of napkins against his temple, which had crusted over but wasn't entirely finished bleeding yet.

Finally reaching the town he'd left Owen in earlier that day, or actually the day before considering it was now five in the morning, he could've simply ran but he'd either end up running into a wall or phasing half way through one and winding up dead.

He parked the car in the same car park he'd left the BMW and transfers the chest from one trunk to the other, after all he'd rather ditch Al's car for the stolen motor, regardless of the convenience of having a car with actual insurance papers.

Finally he drags himself into the corridors of the hotel, it seeming deadly quiet for the fact it was so early, he vaguely remembers Owen's room number having only seen it once before and slumps against the doorframe, tapping lightly on it and hoping Owen would hear.]

Owen? 's me... I mean, Five, y'there?

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Maybe I just need more, won't y'at least look at me.

[Continuing the pouty face while stretching over and stroking his hand along Owen's arm. This is his only in-flight entertainment.]

[Fine, if he must, and of course, he's lost when he does. Really, this is what they have movies for...!]

You're utterly vicious, you know.

Jus' wait until y'have regular sex with me. That'll show you vicious.

I don't know why you're doing this to me...! Especially not when you know neither of us can do anything about it for at least an hour.

[He grins.]

Maybe 's some kind of tantric masochistic sex thing.

You do not remotely strike me as the type to enjoy delayed gratification.

Oh, I don't know.. right kinda delay 'n the right kinda settin', doesn't seem too bad.

I'll remind you later that you said so. It's a pity I don't have it on tape.

Question is, though.. in that kind of situation could you control it long enough to delay anythin'?

[Scowl.] Yes.

I don't believe you. [Side eye.]

Then I will just have to prove it to you later.

Look forward t'it, really.

Well, you should do.

Gettin' cocky about your sexual prowess, 's a new one comin' from you. [Smirk.]

Well, the--

The other night notwithstanding, I've never had any problems before.

Bet y'say that t'all the guys.

[Because floaty sex was totally common.]

I've never had to!

Fortunately. ...Actually, of all of the people it could have happened with (which is not a large number, before you ask), it's probably best it was you.

And I blame you, for the record. Probably a reaction to-- To some sort of concentrated American pheromone. [He smirks.] I mean, it might be just you, personally, but it's hard to know; I've never had sex with an American before. ...And I bet you've never had sex with an Englishman, either. [Because clearly, nationalities are a terrific cover for words like 'alien' and 'witch' which might cause alarm or attract attention.]

[He gives you a dodgy look.]

'm pretty sure I don't secrete sex pheremones... they'd be a lot more useful if I did, though. I think 's just me. [Nods. Sexual confidence at 100%]