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*The door isn't locked.

Thom must be bored.*

You tell me.

*He considers this for a while.*

I guess you can still stay.

[and Delia smiles at him and promptly sits on the floor, slender legs crossed like a little kid's.]

But you have to be nice. *solemnly*

I promise.

[sing-song]

Good girl.

[utterly serious,]

Of course.

Tell me what I've missed.

Sex?

Wait, you or me?

...both?

Now I'm confused.

That makes two of us.

Well, I don't want to hear about you, and I don't want to talk about me, so I guess we have nothing to say to each other.

Thom.

We never do.

It's amazing we ever speak.

Yes, isn't it?

*He gives her a slight push.*

[she gives him a slightly more push back]

*Unexpectedly, he hugs her.*

[Delia.

Just.

Stares]

...um?

*Thom lets go and gets to his feet.* Good night, Delia.

That a sign for me to leave?

Yep. Or I will.

...it's your room.

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