Nathan and Angelo, Tuesday night

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Nathan feeds Angelo, as promised. Turns out he found out a way to deal with the moralizing twit after all. Angelo does something he hasn't done much for a while.


"Moira would be pleased with me," Nathan said, dishing out the pad thai. "She's been on my case about eating properly when she's not around to watch." He picked up the lime slices, setting one on his plate and the other on Angelo's before he turned towards the table.

"Eatin' properly or rememberin' to eat?" Angelo asked wryly, leaning back in his chair. "'Cause I think we're gettin' a reputation."

"Properly, actually. She gave me my physical a while back and apparently I'm underweight again. Plus she made nasty comments about vitamin shots. I accused her of getting a kick out of poking me with needles." Nathan's expression was perfectly straight-faced.

"You want to watch it. She'll have your medical instruments in the freezer again."

"What do you mean, again?" Nathan laughed and twirled some noodles around his fork. "I don't think she's ever taken them out." Despite his complaining text messages, Nathan seemed oddly energized, like he hadn't been in weeks, by the meeting.

Angelo glanced at him sideways, picking up on it more than he might have even a few days earlier. "You're... all energetic."

"It wasn't a bad meeting, despite the moralizing twit. There were some good discussions, between speakers, and I made a couple of good contacts." Nathan paused, smiling a bit reflectively. It took so little to make a day go down in the 'win' column, really. That was probably a good thing.

"An' you didn't throw any furniture?"

"No furniture," Nathan said, donning an entirely put-upon mysterious face.

Angelo eyed him suspiciously, forkful of pad thai in hand. "Nathan. What did you do?"

"I may have made the moralizing twit keep dropping the pen he was twirling between his fingers. It was a really good strategy," Nathan said, warming to the topic, "because it kept stopping him mid-sentence and finally he just gave up!" He gave Angelo a wide, innocent grin.

Angelo looked at him for a long moment, trying to keep up the stern expression, but in the end he couldn't help laughing. "Well, I guess that's harmless."

Inwardly, Nathan exulted at the laughter. Just a little. "Eat your pad thai and stop cackling at me, boy," he said with dignity. "Grade A strategy, I tell you."

"Course it was."

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Nathan feeds Angelo, as promised. Turns out he found out a way to deal with the moralizing twit after all. Angelo does something he hasn't done much for a while.

...I'm sorry. My first thought was that Nathan cooked the guy. XD "...OMG! Nathan cooked him and they're eating him!"

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... can I just say that you're weird? I mean, we love you anyway, but you're weird.

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Which begs the question, when did Angelo ever practice cannibalism before, and isn't that the sort of thing that should have come up in job interviews?

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I nearly killed myself laughing when I read this.

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*grins* Well, yeah...;)