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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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[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%]

Hm. Well, we'll see, won't we?

Well, that shit better not happen again.. I mean, 'm pretty sure it'd get annoyin' after a while.. or at least incredibly terrifyin'.

Surely the terror would wear off after the firs time, if nothing else?

Look I don't know 'bout you, but durin' that kind of thing I like myself firmly planted.

That's generally how it's supposed to go, or so I hear.

From what I've seen y'wouldn't be well acquainted with it. Creepy levitatin' man-witch.

This from you, really?

Yeah, 'm totally normal in that department!

I highly doubt you're normal in any department, fortunately for me.

'm goin' t'take that as a compliment, not some backhanded insult.

My insults are never backhanded. [If only the same could be said for his compliments.]

Heh, I know what you intelligent types are like. [Side eye.]

...All right, my insults to people I actually like aren't backhanded. Will that do?

No. I think everythin's secretly backhanded. Besides, why would you be insultin' someone you liked?

Even the dearest of friends can annoy you from time to time. ...And fights happen in all relationships.

Yeah but, if it's a fight, you're arguin' not insultin'. When y'insult someone you're probably tryin' t'hurt them. [Dodgy look, he doesn't really fight with people...]

People also try to hurt one another in fights, or so I'm told.

Wouldn't know, 'm totally a pacifist.