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[WELL THEN...he snorts and gives James a shove.]

I guess if I see Catwoman around I'll let you know. I don't think she'd go for it, though.

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Yeah, that ship sailed...

[ He sounds a little wistful. ]

Oh well! There are plenty of fish in the sea, to mix a metaphor. Who knows — maybe you'll even catch another one one of these days!

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Maybe I will. Then what will you have to say for yourself?

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... what? What's that supposed to mean? Why would I care?

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Well you were talking about it like the idea was ridiculous.

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And then we established that you're a stud or something, sooooo...

[ This line of conversation isn't fun anymore! ]

I'd be fine with it. [ No. ] Hypothetically. [ No. ]

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Hmmm.

[That's not what he was trying to get out of him, but okay.]

Well, that's enough of that, I guess.

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[ What? What the hell was that? James is thoroughly confused, and he hates being confused, but he forces himself to laugh about it anyway. ]

Has anyone ever told you you have a real schoolteachery way of talking sometimes? Or, like, a very patient but overtired mom?

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Well, no one's ever put it quit like that.

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I mean, you're way preferable to my actual mom, jussayin'...

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Gee, thanks. That's what I want to hear.

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Well, what would you prefer?

[ It occurs to him that Piper's put up with the arm around his shoulders for an awful long time. He doesn't particularly want to drop it now, but they're getting pretty close to his apartment, and if he waits until they're at the door, it'll be all weird. Considering the kissing. ]

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Dunno.

[Something that doesn't bring up mommy issues, for one.]

But somehow I don't think "motherly schoolteacher" was a compliment.

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What if I told you it kinda works on you?

[ Mother of god, did he just use his flirting voice? ]

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I'd say I wasn't sure I wanted to know that about you.

[He went there.]

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Wh— hey.

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[Snort.]

Come on, you set yourself up for that.

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Cold, Hartley, real cold...

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I could've thought of something worse.

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And I could've withered under your sass.

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Then it's a good thing that I spared you.

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You're too good to me.

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Yeah, well, I'm a nice person like that.

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The nicest.

[ But, regrettably for James, they're coming up on his building. Which means oh-so-smoothly removing his arm from around Piper's shoulders... ]

... well, this is me. Time to leave dents on my own couch, I guess?

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Guess so. You gonna be alright?