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That, Baileigh decided as she studied her darling S.O. from the doorway of the balcony, was a brooding position if she ever saw one. From the way he held his wine glass when he picked it up to the line of his shoulders and back. Brooding of the bad variety or just plain brooding, she couldn't tell without seeing his face...well, if she could even tell from his expression at all, which was debatable. She'd discovered pretty quickly that she wasn't going to discern anything he didn't feel like letting her see, and she'd decided to stop letting herself think she had him figured out.

She didn't mind it. The brooding. It was his turn, really.

She sighed and nudged the door open, slipped outside, tiptoed barefoot over to him, keeping as far away from the railing as she could get. It was a spectacular view, it really was, she just couldn't stand to peek over the edge. It made her insides feel like they were cringing. She bent down and kissed his cheek quickly, brushed her fingers across the back of his neck as she circled around his chair to tug the other one closer and sit down next to him. "Still no penny," she remarked lightly, tucking her legs beneath her and resting her chin in her hand. "Couldn't find one. I'll have to owe you. So...talk?"

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He looked up when he heard the door open, and set the computer aside, giving her a smile when she kissed him. Reaching for her hand once she'd settled, he curled his fingers around it loosely. It was a warmer night, though the rain was still falling giving there a bit of a chill to the air. He liked the sound of it, drowning out the sounds of the city below. It was calm, meditative, which he needed.

"I've always been alone," he said with a thoughtful frown. It wasn't a complaint, but matter of fact. "Even with Irina, even when I had Allison...Lauren...we were together but always apart, never...And I didn't mind. It suited me."

He took a sip of wine, fingers of his free hand curling around the glass.

"I was very young, though it could be argued I never really had a childhood, but. I was very young."