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I'd just like to apologize for my behavior in my last broadcast. Obviously I wasn't myself.

[And it has been taken down because seriously, this is just embarrassing and awful. B(]

[Private to Dean]

I'm especially sorry for the way I acted with you, Mr. Winchester. I appreciate your trying to help.

[Private to Slade]

Check in please, Mr. Wilson.

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Comedy, I imagine. [He won't tell her about what the kid's gone through, at least not yet. He's still trying to decide where he stands on all this.]

I wish I could say that was out of the realm of possibility. [But seriously, this guy is an incompetent idiot on a good day. B(]

Not the most comforting hands to place our lives in. [He would shoot this guy without hesitation, okay. B(]

No, but I'd like to think Mr. Parker's a bit more responsible.

[Is he seriously Spider-Man though.]

A bit. [Screw that, who wants an eighteen-year-old super hero protecting you? No thank you. But at least he added to Bond's armory.]

He has a habit of fleeing to the ceiling.

[Alright, she's laughing a little at that.]

Does he?

[Well all right, maybe continuing this discussion is worthwhile.]

You remember that poison fiasco in the mess hall? I told him I'd shoot him if he was Spider-Man. [OBVIOUSLY HE LIED but he thinks it's kind of funny.]

So, to prove that he wasn't, he jumped on the ceiling. [gj, Peter.]

I'm a little concerned you've taken to pointing guns at teenagers, James.

He's very smart, you see.

[He shrugs, so extremely unconcerned. There's a heartless murderer deep down somewhere in him B(]

The safety was on.

[He's seventeen years old. B(]

I'd still rather not hear too many more reports of incidents like that happening, if I'm being honest.

[That's basically grown up right B(]

I don't think you'll have to worry about that. [That is a lie, she should not believe him at all.] The people I'd like to shoot won't be showing up here. [Le Chiffre and White are not redeemable the end. >(]

[She does worry about it a little, she knows you. B(

That, however, makes her go quiet for a moment, and it's a considerable beat before she says anything.]

Let's hope so.

[He would put a bullet in their heads so. fast.]

You have nothing to worry about. [It's more sincere this time, at least, and he pauses half a second before adding,] Come over.

[Yeah, she doesn't doubt that for a second. :|

Again, she hesitates before answering, but it's a shorter pause than it would have been weeks ago, so at least there's been some progress.]

Alright.

[And there's a knock on your door shortly thereafter because lol. Next door.]

[He's almost surprised she didn't just let herself in. Almost. But he'll take whatever progress he can get, so he opens the door, sliding an arm around her waist almost before the door is closed again. He can't tell her 'I would never let them hurt you,' because he did, they did, and he barely even understood the enormity of it. So he holds her instead, kisses her, because it's the best quiet comfort he can give.]

[It's really more than enough, even though there's a part of her that's almost embarrassed that she does take some amount of comfort from this, and from winding up in bed with him, and it's that part that's often the voice telling her to go, the reason that she spends some nights alone.

Part of her doesn't care at all, because she loved him and still sometimes couldn't believe that she'd been given a second chance to make things right, to apologize, to tell him that she loved him, and so it's easy to relax comfortably in his hold and kiss him back.]

[It's good enough, for them. It's not like it was - and maybe that's a good thing. Vesper held all the cards then, even if she didn't want them. It's not the easiest opportunity to start over, and it's far from the smoothest, but it's an opportunity nonetheless. And Bond doesn't want to squander it.

So there's the faintest hint of a smirk against her lips before he breaks off to scoop her up in both arms.]

[She laughs quietly and puts her arms around his neck, letting herself relax and drop her head to his shoulder.]

Show off. [Although it's said so fondly, you know she isn't actually annoyed at all.]

Unabashedly. [He smiles down at her, and flashes back to the months he spent healing after Montenegro. Well, not all the months, just that week or two near the end, when he'd been so blindingly in love that nothing in the world had mattered half so much as taking a walk with her.

He kisses the crown of her head, and carries her through the suite and into the bedroom, setting her down delicately on the bed and half kneeling over her.]

Not that you'd have it any other way.

[She looks up at him with a smile, wondering for a moment about that, and just this entire situation in general. It was almost alarming, how easily he could make her heart melt, and she can't help but think about those weeks too, when things had been almost too perfect, even with the guilt and the worry eating away at her insides like a cancer.

It's different now, but not really in a bad way. Sometimes. She still felt guilty, and she still had moments where she absolutely hated herself for falling into this role, of being the weak woman who'd given up everything for a man, but at the same time... she loved him. She really did. And it was hard to be angry with herself for caring about someone else.]

I really wouldn't. [And she reaches up to pull him down for a kiss to cement that point.]

[He manages a grin just before their lips meet. His hands find her waist, run up her sides and wrap around her tightly, as if with just that gesture he can protect her from everything, everyone. From herself, even from him. In that moment, he's certain he would play her guard dog forever, happily.]

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