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Sure.

[He doesn't bother with any further pleasantries, just grabbing the last couple of things he came for with a military precision and speed, before heading outside.

Once out there, he takes refuge under the awning of a different shop, just in case of falling bodies, and waits for her to come out.]

[Daisy comes out about two minutes after he does and is honestly surprised he actually waited for her.]

Everything okay?

[She asks as she shifts the bags of groceries from one hand to the other so she can adjust her jacket.]

Yeah.

[The dark smudges under his eyes belie that as the truth.]

I just don't like to hang around in there, it's not-- there could be people watching.

[It takes Daisy a second to realize why that would bother him, but the moment she does it’s written all over her face that she understands.]

You don’t have to worry about that here.

[She leaves out the part where he’d only have to worry if someone from their Earth came here...

Daisy tries not to think about that either.]

[He gives a slight half shrug that says he doesn't agree with that at all, but he's not about to get into an argument about it. He knows most people think he's being overly cautious, but those are the same fools who carry around the communications devices provided by this creepy town.]

...I didn't get a chance to thank you. Before.

[When she saved his life, he had been too preoccupied with trying to find Steve. Only a week back, but it feels like forever.]

[Caught off guard when he thanks her for last week, Daisy is quick to brush it off.]

What? No, you don’t need to thank me. Especially when you dealt with me, well, you know—-

[~~Drunk off her ass.~~]

I swear I don’t make a habit of that.

We all have low moments.

[It's his way of brushing off her need to explain or apologise. Sometimes people need to blow off steam, and sometimes they don't do it in the most sensible of ways. He might not drink as his vice of choice, but he still understands making poor choices in bad moments.]

I oughta have thanked you before, it was-- no, I ain't making excuses. But I'm thanking you now.

It's--

[Daisy isn't sure what to say. It's not often she has people thank her for what she does, and it's certainly not the reason she does it.]

I know you would've done the same.

[This whole thing makes her uncomfortable, so she tries to change the subject.]

I could go shopping for you, if you wanted? I mean, I stop in here a few times a week at least. You know, when there's not people falling from the sky.

[He shakes his head, though the wary look he has on his face is directed at the store rather than her, a subtle change from when they first met. He might still not like the secrets she holds about him, and what he doesn't know regarding her time with the other him, but he's stopped considering that she might be a threat.]

I don't need it.

[He gets by as best he can, it's just rough at the moment.]

Besides, I don't have an address for you to deliver it to. And I don't know where I'll be to arrange one.

[She knows better than to try and force her help on him, but even still, he's making it sound like he's homeless.

Which doesn't make sense, since everyone who ends up here winds up in a house.]

You don't have a home?

[He shrugs. Of all the things he prefers to keep under wraps, this isn't one he's bothered about people finding out.]

Safer to keep moving around.

[Daisy frowns, understanding his urge to never stay in one place for long. Deerington was different though.]

You don't have to worry about that here.

[She knows what it's like to constantly be on the run, hell, she had been for months before ending up back here.]

All you have to worry about is whatever fucked up things this place throws at us each month, and monsters of the week.

[She tries to make it sound like a joke, but, it's honestly pretty sure.]

[The look he gives her is wholly unimpressed. He thought she was smarter than that, but apparently most people are fine with staying in the houses they've been given and using the communication devices provided.]

You think they can't monitor us when we stay in the housing they provide?

[Yeah, no.]

[She doesn’t doubt they couldn’t monitor them from inside their homes, but was any place around here actually safe from that?]

So they can’t monitor us from the streets?

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Yeah, they probably can.

[But probably not as easily, and he's not going to do their job for them if he has a choice.]

Forget it, I ain't telling you where to live.

[Daisy shakes her head, not wanting this to turn into an argument.]

That’s not what—

I’m just saying, being out here is probably less safe than being in a house.

Maybe in some ways.

[He's not stupid enough to argue that it's definitively safer, he knows that the random evils of the town are much more likely to get at him out in the open, but-- he can deal with a fight. He'd rather that than be tracked any day.]

I get it, you're not exactly the first person to get on my case. But I ain't gonna change my mind, so you might as well drop it.

Okay.

[She can take a hint, even if she wants to argue the topic even more. It's hard to not be concerned for him, even now.]

So what's your plans for the rest of the night?

I don't really have any.

[She saw him punch Steve, after all, she knows that the two of them aren't on speaking terms currently even if she might not know why. So he has nowhere to go, nothing planned.]

Why?

I was going to watch a movie.

[She’s already preparing herself for the rejection, but she has to at least try. The idea of him just roaming the streets all night long didn't sit right with her.]

You interested?

[What? The offer is so far out of left field that he doesn't immediately reject it, just stopping to look at her in confusion.]

I'm not him.

[It might seem like a non sequitur of an answer, but it makes sense in his head. She's inviting him because she's attached to who she used to know, keeps projecting him onto the man in front of her now.]

What—?

[It takes her a second, but then her expression falls when she gets what he means.]

That’s not—

I know you’re not. That’s not why I asked.

Then why?

[This probably isn't the time or place for this discussion, but it's been brewing since they met and apparently this is when it's going to happen.]

It's gotta hurt you to talk to me, unless you're hoping I'm gonna turn back into him?

Because—

[She’s not about to tell him that he’s right, but, he is. It does hurt, but in other ways it’s been oddly comforting. He doesn’t know her, he didn’t know her as Skye. So he can’t be disappointed in who she’s become now.]

I’m worried about you.

[It's not a good answer, but neither is it a bad one. He just can't tell if it's a true answer, and so there's a long pause before he replies.]

What did you call him?

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