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benjibeckett:

Welcome.

I’ll see you ‘round, Willow.

Yeah, bye.

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benjibeckett:

Just – chuck my shirt in my room when you’re done with it, yeah?

Ha. Yeah. Okay. 

Um. Well, thanks for today and stuff.

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benjibeckett:

It’s not often I get a night off. I’m gonna – go make the most of it. 

Oh. ‘Kay, yeah. Well. Good luck with that, then.

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benjibeckett:

Are you gonna hang around?

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benjibeckett:

Here.

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benjibeckett:

Yeah. Alright. Let’s get you home, then.

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benjibeckett:

Perfect spot to see the stars.

Max’ll be getting home.

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benjibeckett:

So?

So, it’s gonna get pitch black in the middle of nowhere.

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benjibeckett:

Whatever you like.

Well, no more running. We know that. It’s getting proper dark, though.

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benjibeckett:

Alright then. What’s next?

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benjibeckett:

I don’t think so.

There’s that stubbornness I was talking about.

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benjibeckett:

You’re not.

I mean, a bit.

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benjibeckett:

Fine?

Well, now I just feel like a bitch.

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benjibeckett:

I like my jobs. I get to – spend time with good people. Keeps me busy; always something new. Libby started piano lessons last week. And Iain – I reckon we’ll be able to afford to send him to football camp this year. His team’ll chip in a little, still, but – you should have seen his face when I told him. Sarah’s starting Hogwarts in September with her own robes – not Maisie’s old ones. Libby might still be wearing Katie’s, but, we’re working on that. I like my jobs, Willow. S’got nothing to do with being stubborn. 

Oh. I mean, fine.

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benjibeckett:

Why would I lie to you?

To preserve your -- I dunno. Stubbornness about keeping nine billion jobs.

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benjibeckett:

You don’t believe me?

Ummmm. Moderately, I guess.

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benjibeckett:

I’m fine. I’m happy, Willow.

Whatever you say, Beckett.