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{phone calls/notes/misc for John Rambo here!}

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[graveling]

"Don't pussyfoot, just say what you're thinking. I've heard it all before. Most recently, from every doctor in town."

He's more amused than upset even in the potential about what might come out of John's mouth.

"Bet you five brass you can't come up with a new question I haven't heard yet."

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John blinks a little at how blunt he is about it--but the surprise isn't a bad thing, making one corner of his mouth quirk up a little at the joking challenge.

Which, of course, John takes seriously, his gaze wandering for a moment as he casts around in his head for something to ask...

"...you still need a mint before you kiss someone after eating Italian?" he shoots back half seriously. "I mean--can you have bad breath if you don't breathe?"

[graveling]

Angel laughs warmly, and digs in a pocket for a five brass bit. “You’d have to ask Eddie that one. But I do love garlic, it’s a loud enough taste for me.”

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Eddie--two and two makes four.

"Angel?" John ventures, just to be sure as he accepts the five brass bit with a grin. "Eddie mentioned you--John Rambo, pleasure. Eddie's how I met Bobbin here."

"Buk-buk-b-k'ak?..."

"Yeah, we're talkin' about you, beautiful."

Bobbin accepts her due praise by plucking at John's shirt collar with her beak.

[graveling]

"Yes, I'm Angel. Eddie's partner. Which would, in theory, make me Bobbin's other parental figure, but I'm the evil stepfather in her Cinderella story."

Angel smiles. It's this little flickering thing that doesn't last very long, as if his face is too heavy to hold up.

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"BAAK!"

John looks at Bobbin, then back up at Angel with a raised eyebrow. "I get the feeling she disagrees. What's up, sweetheart. You don't think he's evil?"

"...b'k, buk-buk-buk..."

Well. There you have it. Laughing, John looks up at Angel again, a little more assessing but not with any real intensity.

He's kind of already decided he likes the guy--and he likes Eddie, so he's not feeling especially protective. Especially when Eddie got that immeasurably soft look talking about him.

"Well, it's good to meet you. Eddie...I don't know him well, but when he talked about you--well, y'know. It's clear he cares about you a lot."

[graveling]

“I care about him, too. He’s…I’ve never had anyone to care about before, and I’m going to be there for him long as he’ll have me.” Angel glances over his shoulder as if afraid Eddie might overhear the love. “He’s good, you know? He’s just really a good person. Sometimes I worry I don’t deserve it.”

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God, that hits John square in the gut with how much he can relate. He’s alone, romantically, but all of the people that have come into his life here, gone above and beyond to look out for him…

“Well…sometimes the universe doesn’t give a shit what you think.” He sighs with a shrug and a wan smile, a line of faces running through his head—Eddie’s among them. Angel’s, too…that five brass piece in his pocket is a weight he can suddenly feel, heavy as a stone with the camaraderie attached to it.

That makes his smile a little bit brighter.

“And when you get real damn lucky, that can actually be a good thing.”

[graveling]

"Huh, I guess you're right." Angel gives Bobbin a look. "Do you like this guy because he's wiser than I am? Or is it just how much warmer his body is?"