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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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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.

That was floating not flying, and anyway, just-- take it as a compliment.

Must've been the best night of my life, then. No-ones ever floated before.

Hardly my fault that you've never bedded a witch before.

I know... really, y'did a good job of broadenin' my horizons.

Well, I think we can consider that pretty much mutual.

Guess we can. [He tugs on Owen's sleeve, pulling him towards the elevator again.]

No chance of a preliminary round before we go?

[He's weak, Jason, but he's not that weak. ...He seriously hopes, though he does lean in for a brief kiss once the doors close.]

...No, we've got packing to do.

[He sighs exasperatedly.]

Oh, fine. I mean it'll be so damn hard packin' up my brand new clothin'

Fine; I have packing to do. You can feel free to sit around and watch me.

Sounds fine t'me, jus' make sure there's a lot of things on the floor.

But most of my things are ver--

Oh.

Pervert.