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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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[Five slopes along, still giving Owen the sideye while they walk.]

Walkin's fine for me, gives me a chance t'stretch my legs.

If you don't stop looking at me like that, I'm going to shove you into oncoming traffic.

And don't tell me they'll stop because of your beauty, because they won't. They never expect pedestrians here, so they won't even notice it until it's too late.

[He's right-- they're about the only people on the street.]

They won't have to stop, in fact I'll drag you with me and last time I checked only one of us can pass through solid objects without a second thought.

But that would lose my newest pet, wouldn't it.

[Oh yeah, he went there.]

Worse than that-- you'd be in hot water for your freaky powers. Mine probably wouldn't save me fast enough, so I'd just be in hospital. You'd be all over the news.

And don't say 'newest', as if you've done this before.

Maybe I'd just stop time then and disappear forever, 'm pretty sure that'd be a downer on your day.

[He smiles slightly, turning away.]

You're right, you're my first.

I'm sure I could track you down.

If only for the purpose of telling you that you're a git, obviously.

[He chuckles.]

Y'do seem the type that'd do that.

I would, too. I am a man of many skills, and you are very lucky to have me.

Although you do, for the record. Have me.

[And look, the drugstore.] ...Hopefully no one will recognise me from last night.

I do? [He nods.] That's, it's good to know.

[He crosses into the drugstore and busies himself with the things he needs. He didn't exactly know what to make of Owen's comment 'nor did he want to ask as that would make for a very awkward plane journey.]

[It's one of those comments that periodically make it past Owen's otherwise very tight verbal filter. It remains true, however, although Owen wouldn't want (or, indeed, be able) to elaborate on it any further or explain in what sense he had meant it.]

...What sort of magazines did you have in mind? And they better not be anything filthy, or you'll get kicked back to coach.

I was thinkin' more like GQ, Vanity Fair.. nothin' top shelf.

[He rolls his eyes. Obviously he isn't about to pull out skin mags with Owen sitting pretty right beside him, he didn't need to.]

How disappointing. And there I was, thinking I might gain more valuable insight into the workings of that perverted mind of yours; that whole superhero thing was very interesting, but I'm sure there's more.

[...Though he'd be flattered if he knew the rationale.]

[He smirks.] There's all kinds o' things. Maybe I'll jus' wait and start springin' them on you further up the road.

[He picks up a couple of the very mundane magazines and drops them into a basket. He then gets a small bottle of aspirin, a bottle of vitamin water for while they were waiting in departures and finally goes to check the prescriptions they have on their standard reading glasses before finding a pair that'll work for him.] Done! Oh, wait, one second. [He remembers to get a small pack of cigarettes which he'd probably smoke all between the hotel and the airport, damned no smoking laws.]

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I think I can live with that.

[Owen wanders around and ends up buying... Nothing. He'll get water and mints once they go through security (maybe peanut-butter M&Ms if he's feeling adventurous), but his bag is full of books already. He notes Jason's basket with interest and flashes him a grin.]

We'll get you some of those electronic smokes in the airport, they always have them. That should satisfy your apparent oral fixation for a few hours.

[He is very ready to play this game, Owen, don't worry.]

If you're so ready t'help, then there's somethin' else that could satisfy me, if y'can go for a few hours that is.

[He has the items rung up and pays for them, walking out of the drugstore and presumably in the direction of the hotel.]

[Terrific; it'll keep their minds off other things.]

Somehow, I think they might notice if we disappear out of our seats for a couple of hours.

[And Owen will be the one to follow, this time.]

Who said anythin' about disappearin' from our seats?

[He smirks and waits for the crossing light to flash, walking quickly across to stand at the hotel doorway and pulling out a cigarette, because obviously it has been far too long.]

I did. I could do without being banned from the airline for life-- I have to travel a lot, and this is the one with best carry-on allowance.

[And Owen will wait around for him, because he's a nice guy.]

Well then, you'll just have to figure out a solution for that one.

[Luckily Jason is practically a chain smoker with a very large lung capacity, honestly he's not too sure if he even can contract these human diseases.]

[Owen leans in close to his ear.]

It's called 'an airplane bathroom'.

[He's probably joking. ...Actually, he's not joking at all, but he doesn't think this is quite the time.]

Well then, guess that settles it.

[He smirks, licking his lips and stubbing out the cigarette on a nearby trash can.]

We're goin' t'be doin' somethin' new tonight.

If you're good.

Oh I'll be more than good, babe, I'll be great.

I look forward to the refresher.

And I'll try not to float... Anything this time.

I'd hope so. I mean that kind o' shit only flies like once, after that I'll start t'think y'have an issue.