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[ A bit of nervousness that he went to the wrong place evaporates as he sees Clint. He grins. ]

Hey. Thanks. [ He does so, taking a good long look around the apartment. It's cool. Is that a quiver? Allison would love him. Of course he spends time with archers. ] I didn't bring anything.

You brought yourself.

[ He wanders off into the kitchen after nudging the front door shut with his foot, leaving Scott to the fussing dogs with wagging tails and lolling tongues.

Clinking of bottles carries from the kitchen before he actually reappears a minute later, beer bottles cradled in arms and a bottle of something stronger. ]

Make yourself at home, everyone else does.

[ He's right about that. Scott gives the dogs another pet before standing up. He gives his apartment a look before smiling at him and taking a seat on the couch. Is this okay? It must be okay. It's a couch. ]

I like your apartment. And your dogs. They're awesome.

Looks like the feeling's mutual.

[ He pushes a bottle over towards his side of the table and gestures towards with it his head for him to help himself. ]

Place's too big for one guy, but I figured I'd hold onto it. [ He takes a generous gulp. ] When I first got here, I lived with someone for a while. He left, came back with a mutual friend, but it didn't stick. You and your mom settling in okay?

[ Scott takes the bottle in hand with a smile. ] Thanks.

You could get roommates. [ An idea! Or, more roommates. ] Yeah, we really are. It's good. She's working at the hospital now. I have the clinic. It's not bad. Sorry about your friend. And his mutual friend.

Yeah, I thought about that. Not sure who'd be willing to put up with me, but it's something to put out there. [ There was a time when living alone would have been heaven, but here, now, not so much.

He smiles, then, though, genuinely pleased. ] City's lucky to have the McCalls. And that reminds me, whenever you need help with the clinic? Drop me a message, point me in the right direction.

I would. Without my mom, I'd be. I'm sure there'd be plenty of others. You're awesome.

[ He smiles in response. ] I will. I'll be sure to. Thanks, Clint. [ That earns him a cheers. ]</small. You really are awesome.

Your mom's too great to ditch. [ And kind of hot, but he's so not admitting to that out loud. In front of her son. Ever. ]

Steady on, I won't get my head through doorways at this rate. Besides, you should speak for yourself.

She's amazing. [ Her son's hot, too. Feel free to admit that. ]

What do you mean?

[ He can't argue with the fact he's a handsome young man. ]

You're liberal with the compliments, it's not something I'm used to. [ He never seeks it, either, but it could probably use it more often. ] And if anyone's awesome, it's definitely you. You've been here five minutes and already the City's gained from it.

[ The brackets rest their case. ]

Not yet. But, I hope it will. And thanks. I think we can both be awesome. Think the City can handle it?

Not sure about that, I think we could definitely keep them on their toes between us.

We'll manage somehow! [ He grins. ] Thanks for inviting me over.

[ With something close to a grin at the former, he shrugs at the latter. ] Door's always open to anyone seeking refuge for a while. Been here, what, fifteen months, I couldn't even tell you how many people've complimented this couch.

And slept on it? [ He's asking both out of curiosity and possibly out of a need to use it tonight. ]

Yeah. And after trying it out once or twice myself, I've got to agree. It's the best couch. [ Scott, it's got your name all over it. ] There's always clean blankets available.

Thanks... It's like, I know it's not a big deal. And I was cursed and she was cursed. But, you have to know, I don't talk a certain way to my mom. I love and respect her. But, -- dinner just went badly.

Curses do have the tendency to screw things up. How bad are we talking?

I yelled at her. And the creepy guy she brought with her. I wasn't polite. Stuff I wouldn't do.

Yeah, can't say it's not difficult to picture you having it out with your mother. But who's the creepy guy?

Rory? Some guy she saw in the grocery store. Because of the curse, they fell in love.

[ He winces in sympathy; he didn't have the best time ever with that curse, huh? ]

Good thing it's over and done with. Here, get another one of those down you. You wanna watch a movie, play some games?

Yes.

[ Can they do both? He takes another beer. It's not like he can get drunk. ] Please.

[ With a grin, he's up and over by the shelves of films and games lined up, skipping over the romantic choices. ]

You in the mood for spine-chilling or stuff blowing up?

Stuff blowing up! [ A grin. ] And a game. What games do you have. I haven't played many?

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