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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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Out-of-season clothin'... don't you just throw that shit out? [Oh no, Jason, don't let Owen know your laundry habbits.]

'n okay... I guess that justifies a third room. [No it doesn't... but he'll just agree that Owen is very indulgent.

He hands the phone back, picking up another fry and dipping it in his milkshake.]

Are we really doin' this, then?

Some gets donated to charity, but not everything... Usually I just store it at home, but if I'm going to move off-campus, I might as well do it properly.

And yes. Because otherwise, you'll be sleeping on my floor for the interim, and frankly...

[He lowers his voice.] A periodically incompetent witch in a dorm full of students is a bad enough idea in itself, without adding a... A randy alien to the mix.

's that what I am now, randy alien?

[He smirks.] But I admit, 'd probably cause a huge stir with my looks alone. 'n besides, 'm not the kind of person that'd sleep on anyone's floor.

According to you, that's what you've been for quite a while.

[Owen peers at him as imperiously as one can manage while in an American greasy spoon and eating french fries with their fingers.]

I give up my bed for no man.

's a good thing 'm not a man, then, jus' a randy alien.

[He laughs lightly.]

Then we're definitely goin' t'need an apartment.

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Oh, I hardly think they're mutually exclusive. And it still doesn't give you thieving rights to the bed.

I make some calls later and see what I can sort out. For now...

Wait, what's the name on the passport you have?

I have thieving rights t'everythin' I want. Haven' you noticed?

[He thinks for a moment.]

Uh, the most recent would be Jason White... 'n don't worry about me gettin' through customs or whatever.

[Smirk.] Not the things that are mine. Really. I could curse them. ...You might grow a tail. [He's probably joking. Maybe.]

Okay, hold on.

[He'll just be calling the airline and booking another ticket.] You're lucky it's a lot easier to get out of America than in without a US passport.

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Could y'actually do that? I wonder what I'd look like with a tail...

[He rolls his eyes.] You forget, 've been gettin' in 'n out of countries like an elite immigrant since I was one.

I'm guessing uncomfortable. Your trousers are tight enough as it is.

...Oh, you-- Really? I thought that was just... You know, something you did for fun. [Abrupt subject change before he asks something stupid like 'Where else have you lived?' or 'What was your favourite place?' and reminds him of his loss.] You've been to England before? [...That's not any better, of course. But he does need to know.]

Hey, they're good for showin' off the goods.

[He chuckles lightly.] Nah, it was fun but I really like travellin', 'm always just itchin' t'move.

[He shakes his head.] I've been there like, a couple times t'London? Never lived there though.

I noticed. Which means I'd probably notice a tail, as well-- and so would everyone else. Though I might just be nice and settle for boils or something traditional.

Well, we'll be in Oxford, but it's not far to London-- I mean for anyone, not just for you.

Y'wouldn't. Even you like the good too much t'just tarnish 'em with boils.

'n I was goin' t'say.. everythin's close for me. [He sets about cutting up his steak and eating ridiculously large chunks washed down with milkshake.]

When do we fly?

Oh, do shut up. [Which is pretty much Owen for 'I concede your point and have no counter-argument.]

See, I'm learning.

Seven-thirty. So you don't have to choke yourself, we have plenty of time. [This is Owen giving you the benefit of the doubt about the size of those mouthfuls, Jason.]

Believe me, I never choke. [Really he's just hungry for real food so excuse him while he absolutely shovels large mouthfulls of his meal down his gullet.]

How long does the flight take, I mean is it a case of sleepin' 'n gettin' there in the early mornin' or what?

I'll take your word for it. For now. [He is hoping the flirtacious banter is taking his mind off... Other things, at least for a while.]

Well, 7.30pm here is 12.30am tomorrow morning in England... And the flight takes seven hours, so we should get in about half past seven tomorrow morning.

I'll still be going directly to bed, though, most likely. I miss my own bed where I can sleep without the threat of room service bursting in uninvited.

You are invited to join me, however.

'm probably gonna sleep on the plane, or I'd get agitated and kill everythin' in sight. [He didn't exactly like long flights.. though he enjoyed flying. Obviously he was picky.]

'n are we goin' to your dorm or whatever... is that like, allowed?

[Very picky. But anything that involved going through security screenings irritated Owen, and flights didn't help the matter.] ...Me, too, as it happens.

Yes, we are, and yes, it's allowed. Unless you'd prefer to get yourself a hotel room, which I can arrange.

So you're goin' t'sleep for like seven hours 'n then go back t'bed? Lazy much?

[He's only kidding, he'd caused Owen to loose enough sleep in the past seventy-two hours that he could probably drop for a week and it'[d be forgiveable.]

'n don't worry about me, I'll make decisions when we land. 'm sure there's somewhere I can book into when we get there.

[Smirk.] Officially, I'm a student on summer holidays. You really shouldn't expect anything better.

You are welcome to stay, I do want you to know that. But I'll understand if you need some time to rest without anyone breathing down your neck.

It's not that I need a break from you, honestly. 's just 'm not sure I'd be comfortable sleepin' in a buildin' absolutely full of strange people. 'n obviously you wouldn't have a spare bed 'n 'm not ready for the floor.

[He laughs.] 'm still a bit stiff.

...Isn't that exactly what a hotel is?

We should see if there's a masseuse in the airline lounge-- the proper kind, before you start. The sort of one you can have in public and keep your trousers on.

Yeah but in a hotel y'get all sorts of characters, 'm pretty sure a dorm is just full o' kids... 'n especially in your kind of school

[Yes, he practically did just say 'I am not sleeping in your dorm of ponces']

I prefer the kind where y'get t'take 'em off. But I'll be fine.. just need a good release if y'know what I mean?

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The horror. Don't worry, I won't inflict my dorm-mates on you. ...You know, you continue to make perfectly horrible assumptions about me. I'm not sure I like it. [Though his amusement says otherwise.]

Well, your subtlety was almost too much for me, but I think I figured it out. That can be arranged later, too.

[Much later. When he's not worried about it making him cry. But obviously, Owen has better sense than to say that last part out loud. And it's not a lie, it just has multiple interpretations.]

'm not makin' assumptions. Maybe 'm just a really good judge of character. [He didn't mean to say these things, he just wasn't good with those social barriers.]

Okay, we're not doin' anythin' if it needs t'be... arranged. Y'make it sound like a military operation. [Yes, Jason did find that incredibly creepy. He was far away from crying at the moment though.]