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And here I thought the gentleman picked the date.

[There's a pause as he considers it. For a moment he almost picks the most exclusive, expensive restaurant he can think of (and would personally never be caught in) as a joke, but then remembers Magnus would probably take him seriously and decides to go with something a bit more sincere.]

How about Nonah Diner?

In case you've forgotten, you're also a gentleman, fella. But sure, I can do a diner.

My schedule's, uh... not super full? So let me know when you're free and let's do this thing.

I'm a man all right, but no one's ever called me "gentle."

And luckily for you, my schedule's also open.

I better get swept off my feet, Magnus.

Aw, you got a gentleness to you. Ol' Magnus can see right through that kinda thing.

I'll be seein' you there!

[M waits about a little bit before using a Door to take him to the front of Nonah Diner, figuring he'd give Magnus a decent head start. When he sees Magnus he gives a little wave.]

It still remains to be seen whether or not you're "Gentlemanly as fuck."

Well, how's this for gentlemanly?

[ Magnus hops to his feet and gives an exaggerated, undeniably goofy looking, sweeping bow. For a man his size, it gives off the impression of a fridge dancing at a ball. He grins at M afterwards, duly aware of the fact, as cocky and bright-eyed as ever as he lumbers over and does what Magnus always does: pulls him into a hug. ]

Hey, buddy! Long time no see.

[At the bow, M clutches his chest, grinning from ear-to-ear. At the hug, M stiffens at first before easing into it and awkwardly returning it. It's not Magnus--he's just not used to hugs, even after all this time.]

Good to see you too. You're looking good.

[ Magnus claps M's back. If he notices M stiffen, he doesn't let on.

(He does notice, but he's good at not drawing attention to it. It's his professional opinion that if someone's not used enough to hugs to take them in stride, they need to be hugged more anyway.) ]

I always look good. [ He does, however, wink to let M know he's joking before settling down into the booth. ] All right, M, now's your time to spill. What've you been up to these past, oh... three, four months?

I've been keeping busy. Making friends, making enemies. The usual.

[There's also some drama right now with his boyfriend, and while he's not opposed to sharing that, he figures the very beginning of the conversation isn't a good place to start.]

And you?

Making more friends than enemies!

[ That... is only technically correct, but Magnus will roll with it. M hasn't exactly shared much, but that's okay. He can't expect the guy to, after how long it's been. ]

You know me, I, uh... I keep plenty busy. I got my job and my dogs and my gig at the shelter and the kids back home to look after, when they're not looking after me. All that and getting fat. [ He pats his midsection, not looking too unhappy about it. Truth be told, he's gotten bigger since his arrival here - good, happy living and an abundance of food will do that to you - but if anything, he's lost a little weight since then. Turns out wrestling and engaging in an illegal fighting ring is good for working away all those calories. ]

You've got kids?

[And nothing wrong with getting fat. Besides, confidence is sexy.]

Have I told you about my mischief yet?

Oh - no, no, not like that. They're kids, but not my kids. I love 'em, though!

[ He admits to that part with thoughtless cheer because - well, it's true. Why not say it? They're a pain in the ass sometimes (Angus more than Tina; that brat doesn't know when to quit) but he adores them more than life itself. ]

Okay. Tell me about your mischief. I'm all ears.

It's okay, it's pretty common to unofficially adopt some kids while you're here.

[M feels a dull ache as he says that, realizing yet again that he still misses Dickie and Bucky, despite both of them leaving over a year ago.

He mentally pushes the thought aside and pulls out his phone, holding it out for Magnus to see. It's a very cute rat cage with a bunch of really cute rats.]

I don't know if you knew Piper, but after he left he bequeathed me his rats. I've also now got Francisco the Chinchilla too.

Oh shit, they're adorable!

[ Magnus reacts predictably, which means forgetting they were talking about kids at all in favour of cooing over the rats in the picture. ]

You gotta let me meet them one day! [ He pauses. ] Sorry about your friend. But look at these little stinkers! They got a whole play-pen!

[See this is why they're friends. They can enjoy each others rat mischiefs.]

Well what kind of date would this be without a movie? When we're done here we can go back to my place, meet the mischief, and I will remedy that you've never seen Sweeney Todd.

[He takes back his phone for a moment, flipping through his pictures. He finds one with Andrew holding Francisco the Chinchilla.]

And this is Francisco.

Hell yeah! I want to meet all of them. You can tell me all their names once we get there, too.

[ He takes M's phone back, peering at the picture of the chinchilla with a smile. He's cute too. All animals are cute. ]

Awww, look at him! Who's the dude holding him? A friend of yours?

Sounds like a plan.

[M smiles, but it doesn't fully meet his eyes.]

That's Apollo. My boyfriend.

He's cute too.

[ But M doesn't look thrilled about it. ]

He get ported out?

[A shake of the head.]

He's still here.

Things are just... awkward at the moment.

[Both an understatement, and yet not. He's trying to move past it, but whether petty or justified just can't seem to.]

Yeah? [ Magnus leans forward, resting one elbow on the table. ] You wanna talk about it? Might surprise you, but I'm not totally crappy at talking out relationship shit.

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