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They'd stayed up late that night. Enough so that Kim overslept a little the next morning, and had to scramble to have the clinic open at nine.

(There'd been time for coffee, of course, and even a bit of chatter over breakfast, but without even discussing it, both of them had silently agreed to leave any significant conversations for later.)

But now she's headed home again, and Kim finds that she's smiling to herself as she walks up the path toward the house.

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Dave is waiting for Kim to come home. And making himself a sandwich.


. . . do they not have mayo in England, or does Kim just keep a weirdly mayonaisseless house?

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If asked, she wouldn't admit to having closed the clinic early.

Well, not more than half an hour early, anyway.

Kim has carefully not allowed herself to think about ... things... at all yet today. There's no point to it, not until she talks to Dave.

She opens the front door and sets her backpack on the hall floor as she calls out, "Hello?"

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"Hi," Dave calls back, and just manages not to drop the knife he is using to smear butter onto bread.

"W -"

No, you don't welcome someone back to their own house, he reminds himself, and tries a different tack.

"How was the clinic?"

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"Pretty quiet," she laughs, wandering into the kitchen. "Which is just as well, frankly-- it has to be something pretty serious to pull people away from their holidays."

He looks too big for the room, and at the same time, he seems somehow to fit. Kim smiles.

"How about you? How was your day?"

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"Quiet," Dave agrees, with a small smile.

"I'm still kind of jetlagged, I guess - I meant to go out, wander around a little, but I ended up sitting around and reading my case notes."

Just like old times!

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She doesn't wince; she doesn't.

"Do you have a lot of work waiting for you?"

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Dave's trying not to stare visibly at her face for signals, but . . . that doesn't mean he's not. Or that he doesn't notice a - well, a something.

"Not until after the new year at least," he says. "I've got off until then."

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"Oh."

For some reason, Kim looks more than a little relieved at this bit of news.

"Okay. Um, good."

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It's good that she looks happy to hear that he doesn't have to go home right away.

Or . . . maybe she's happy to hear that he's going home eventually and not camping out on - we'll say on her sofa - indefinitely. Who knows! Dave is not a mind-reader.

"So, uh - are you hungry?"

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She glances at the sandwich he was making, and beams a mischievous smile at him.

"I could make something for us?"

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"You know your kitchen better than I do," Dave says, brightening a little.

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Kim's smile brightens.

"Oh, you get to help," she informs him. "But yes, I suppose I do."

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"I could chop things," Dave offers.

This is a skillset that he definitely has!

"I can feed myself, I swear. I didn't spend my whole college career living off noodles-in-a-box."

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"I can tell," she says, blandly -- but there's a clear hint of appreciation in her glance, if only for an instant before she turns to the cabinets.

"Chopping things would be really helpful, thanks. Look there--"

Several minutes later, dinner is well on the way to being ready.

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The kitchen isn't big.

Dave is staying determinedly in his corner as he chops more fresh tomatoes and trying his very best to look as if he is not taking up far more of his fair share of space.

He's had a lot of practice at it, so it's a mystery why he's not succeeding more than he is.

"Do you do a lot of cooking in here? I always kind of plan to, but it's easy to get lazy when you're on your own."

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Kim glances up from the stove and the saucepan she's monitoring.

"Why do you think there were so many sandwich makings in the fridge?" she laughs.

"I like to cook, but it's much easier to just put things together."

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"Right. Not really much fun unless there's someone else around. So maybe," he adds, turning around to grin at her, "I'll end up cooking for you one of the days I'm here - just to prove to you that I can."

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"Careful what you offer," she tosses back. "I just might take you up on it."

A beat.

Just say it already, why don't you--

"--I'm glad you're here," Kim blurts out.

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"I'm really glad you're glad I'm -"

This has the potential to become infinitely recursive. Dave starts again.

"Glad I'm here too," he says, and he's all the way turned around and smiling at her now, tomatoes half-chopped behind him.

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She has the presence of mind to switch the burner to low before she turns around, looking up at him.

Kim Ford's not the shy sort, not really, but some things are different.

"Um," she starts, less than helpfully.

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Well, it's nice to know that he's not the only one not exactly sure of what to say.

. . . which does, however, put a little more of the responsibility of saying something helpful on him.

"I'm really glad I'm here," he repeats, finally, and looks at her nose instead of her eyes, because it's a lot easier to get stuck and tongue-tied when he's looking at her eyes. "And I'm going to be glad, just to be here, doesn't matter -"

He takes breath, and says, with sudden decisiveness, "Look, Kim - I'm here in your space. What happens next - you set the terms for it."

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She lets out a breath that's half a laugh.

"I don't -- I wouldn't know what terms to set."

Kim shoves a lock of hair back from her face, then tries to meet his eyes.

"I... you ... you're my dearest friend. And maybe more, now, but I don't want to presume, or to do anything that'd ruin our friendship, because you're too important for that, and anyway I know you're going back soon and all, and, and just--"

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"Yeah."

Dave takes a breath.

"I am."

And that's a stupid, stupid thing to think about changing.

(They don't even have mayonnaise here, he thinks, stupidly. Hasn't he handled enough culture shock for one lifetime? For twenty?

All the same.)

"And -" He becomes aware that she's searching for his eyes, and raises his gaze, just a little, to meet hers. "You're right. About all of that. The sensible thing would probably be to set it aside as a great one-time thing, like Maidalaidan or something, and call it a day, but -

"Hell," (he knew meeting her eyes was a bad idea!) "sometimes it is not easy to be sensible."

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A second's hesitation, and then --

"-- do you want to? Be sensible, I mean?"

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"Want? No," Dave says, without even having to think about it.

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A sudden smile breaks over her face like sunshine.

"Really?"

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"Yeah."

Dave doesn't think anyone could help but beam ridiculously back, at that smile.

(Dave is, of course, biased.)

"I guess this would be my payback for claiming to be the sensible one, yesterday."

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Kim laughs.

"Maybe it is."

A beat.

"So... I guess we'll see how things go?"

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"I guess so."

It's a dumb, dumb plan, but somehow - stupidly, maybe; idiotically, he would have once said - he can't shake the feeling that no matter what . . . it's all going to be pretty much okay.

"And - well, we've got a week, right?"

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"Definitely."

Kim takes a couple of steps away from the stove and goes up on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss.

"So we'll just have to make the most of it, won't we?"

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His arm comes up around her, and he doesn't lower it when she steps back. (He can chop tomatoes one-handed, right?)

Grinning like an idiot: "That plan works for me."