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[Okay, it takes Egon a while to get his head about and realize that, perhaps, he made a few mistakes over the course of the last week. He's got the scratches, bruises, and soon-to-be scars to prove it. He'd done a lot of fighting since that mask did... whatever to him, and he's got to but a new microwave and television because he smashed both in two separate fits.]

[And he'd gotten laid. Simultaneously he was extremely happy about that and had a cold, hard lump of shame in his guts. Because while he was very glad to have slept with Boone, now that his haze has cleared, the werebear's probably has too. So he should apologize.]

[The nephilim arrives at the Lucky 38 wearing a thick scarf and holding a small arrangement of hyacinth and tulips with a card tucked among them, already red-faced and standing very uncomfortably.]

[Egon isn't the only one to feel extremely ashamed about some of the things he'd done, but Boone still doesn't understand when he opens the doors to the Lucky 38 to see Egon there with flowers. If anything, his encounter with Egon was one of the things he regretted the least, so it doesn't occur to him that the nephilim would be here to apologise for it. Especially not when it had pretty much been Boone's idea. He looks between the flowers and Egon with a puzzled expression, frowning.]

...Yeah?

[Why the flowers? Did someone die or something?]

[Oh, yeah, Boone looks perpetually angry. That's a thing. Egon thinks for a moment before offering him the flowers, making sure the card was obvious. And he clears his throat awkwardly.]

I, er, I wanted to apologize.

I had a good time the other day, but I realize we were both under the influence of some sort of magic, and I know that brings some... questions, about consent. I would like to apologize.

[Boone takes the flowers, still looking confused, and reads the card on them silently. Then he just sighs, stepping back and nodding his head towards the casino, inviting him inside. Goddammit, Egon. It probably wasn't going to be that awkward.]

Don't have to apologise. Not like you forced me to do anything.

[It didn't have to be, but Egon's got that little anxiety thing.]

[He pulls off his scarf, sighing softly. It's not like anyone else is going to see the bites.]

I still wanted to bring you these, just in case.

I didn't want to push any relationship we might have into a strange place.

[Boone eyes the marks on Egon's neck with a slight frown, but says nothing about them. He just leads Egon to the elevator.]

Honestly... what we did, I don't really regret it.

[Would he have liked to wait a little longer? Absolutely. Does he regret that it happened? Not really. Maybe that's just because he did far worse things under the influence of that mask, but sleeping with Egon isn't exactly the end of the world. There's already something between them, though Boone would hesitate to call it any kind of relationship yet. Besides, he'd had a good time.]

Do you?

[At least he didn't start a fight with Boone, like he had with most everyone else. At least he hadn't ripped off Boone's arm.]

[The nephilim nods. Perhaps he hadn't made such a mess.]

No, I don't regret it.

Didn't hurt you, did I?

[That does get a humourless smile from Boone, considering how the night had gone.]

No. If anything, I hurt you.

[His eyes flick down to Egon's thigh, where he'd left those scratches.]

Sorry about that.

It's alright.

[This is a very somber conversation, what the hell.]

I've had worse, and I'm sure I'll get more when AM decides to turn around for revenge.

Mm.

[The noise is short and tense, as though the subject of AM is bringing up some awkward memories. Which, well, it is.]

Had a talk with AM before all this, told him if he hurt you again I'd kill him. Threat still stands, but now he's got a reason to come after you.

[He gives Egon a serious look as the elevator opens up to the suite.]

If he tries anything, come here if you can. He won't be able to get in, and I'll handle him.

...Thank you. I'll try to get here if he comes after me.

[He shifts, folding his wing behind him and clearing his throat into a fist, nodding. As soon as they get out of the elevator he'll find a sheet of paper and start sketching down something.]

This is my summoning symbol, I haven't used it before, but should you need me-

[He'll just offer the little drawing to Boone.]

[He takes the paper, looking at it as he sets the flowers down in the kitchen.]

How do I use it?

I think you just draw it on the floor.

[Or else he'll come phasing out of the wall. Egon is a little curious about how it works.]

I haven't used it before, but I know it should work.

[Monster instinct he guesses.]

Not much of an artist. Hopefully it'll still work if it's a little off.

[He's not sure when he'd need to use it, but he'll keep the paper as a reference.]

Too bad I can't give you one, too.

Just know the firehouse is always open to you, at the very least.

[Just whenever you need, he's not sure how useful it is outside of 'whenever'.]

Thanks.

[He's not sure when he'd have to go to the firehouse in an emergency, but it's nice to know that it's there. A backup is always good.]

You want a drink or anything while you're here?

[It's better to talk over a drink, right?]

[Or, you know, if he just wants to.]

[And for the first time in a very long time, Egon sort of has his right personality about him. At least he's not depressed or under so magic influence.]

I can have one, I think.

How's Rex?

What do you want?

[He jerks a thumb over in the direction of his bedroom at that.]

He's fine, he's on my bed if you wanna go say hi.

[The cyberdog is old, he doesn't always feel like getting up when he hears there's a visitor.]

Scotch on the rocks.

[And he will happily go see Rex and give that cyberdog a sweet little pat before going on. He's got a sort-of kinship with a cyborg, whether he knows it or not.]

I should probably record what happened this week.

[Boone pours out the scotch while Egon goes to visit Rex, but looks distinctly uncomfortable at the mention of recording what happened.]

You wanna record things? Think I'd rather forget most of the week even happened.

[He says "most" because, well, it wasn't all bad. Just most of it.]

I mean, marking down what happened. It doesn't have to be in the details.

[He will take his drink, sipping thoughtlessly and shaking his head a little and actually putting on a smile.]

There are a few things I'd like to remember for myself.

Like giving AM what he deserves?

[He raises his glass slightly in a mock toast. Boone can't say he feels all that sorry for AM, after the things he did to Egon. His only concern is that he'll come after Egon again, but outside of what was just discussed he can't do much about it.]

That and others. But I think it takes precedent.

[He'll burn that bridge when he gets to it. Egon raises his glass without much thought and swallows the rest of his drink, setting the glass down so he can slip a notebook out of the bag that's perpetually at his side.]

[A pencil will also appear from somewhere within his hair.]

Did you experience any physical changes while under the mask's influence?

[He shakes his head, going back to his drink.]

No. Nothing I noticed, anyway.

[He glances up at Egon from over his glass, remembering the way his eyes had been glowing.]

You did though, right?

I burnt a lot of energy being angry, but I stayed the same as far as I know.

[His eyes apparently just do that when he's pissed. The taller man glances back and meets eyes with Boone again, metallic fingers drumming against the counter as he writes that down.]

Impulses you experienced?

[He's got an idea, but may as well not make assumptions.]

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