[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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.
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.
[ Fingering through a line of DVDs, he plucks one out and holds it up: Die Hard. ]
This work?
[ And as for games, he flicks on the TV and grabs the controllers, dropping one onto Scott's lap. He brings up the installed games with a wide variety. ]
Racing, fighting, zombies, Lego. [ With a sheepish shrug of a shoulder. ] Don't do a whole lot of sleeping, so there's a little of everything on there.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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[ He smiles in response. ] I will. I'll be sure to. Thanks, Clint. [ That earns him a cheers. ]</small. You really are awesome.
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Steady on, I won't get my head through doorways at this rate. Besides, you should speak for yourself.
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What do you mean?
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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.
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Not yet. But, I hope it will. And thanks. I think we can both be awesome. Think the City can handle it?
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Good thing it's over and done with. Here, get another one of those down you. You wanna watch a movie, play some games?
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[ Can they do both? He takes another beer. It's not like he can get drunk. ] Please.
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You in the mood for spine-chilling or stuff blowing up?
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This work?
[ And as for games, he flicks on the TV and grabs the controllers, dropping one onto Scott's lap. He brings up the installed games with a wide variety. ]
Racing, fighting, zombies, Lego. [ With a sheepish shrug of a shoulder. ] Don't do a whole lot of sleeping, so there's a little of everything on there.
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[ Scott looks up from the controller in his lap. ]
Lego? [ Wow. ] Racing! No, fighting. Do you have any of the Marvel vs. Capcom's?
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[ He could easily look it up, find out, but so far he's failed to. ]
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