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It's late afternoon - still warm, but late enough that the moon is out - and Esfir is lying on the grass, shoes next to her and pants rolled up. She's gazing up at the blue sky, one hand under her head.

The other is out in front of her and, one eyes closed, she is making the moon vanish and appear just by moving her thumb.

(possibly, she really shouldn't be doing this)

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Since she didn't, he can answer that honestly.

"I'm not out for commitment. Too serious for me."

"Good. I'm a little too, what's the term? Fuck up?"

"Fucked up", Owen corrects automatically. "Glad we're on the same page, then."

"You do not have to worry about me."

"You sure about that?"

"Are you?"

He shrugs.

"I manage. Got Toshiko for that, whether I like it or not", he finishes wryly.

She raises an eyebrow.

"Girl on my team", he explains. "She worries. That's all."

Of course, she's in love with him and one day he'll come to return it, but that's not yet.

Amused,

"'Course she does."

(jingle, jingle, go her dogtags)

Owen just makes a 'hm' noise.

"So. Should we agree now we don't worry about each other?"

"O-ke."

He just laughs.

Her smile flickers from a grin to a smile to merely an amused look, but there is no darkness to her changing expression.

"I should probably go. Work calls, and all that."

"Have fun."

"Well, I don't know about that."

Now, her smile turns crooked, dark.

"You have a job. That is interesting, where you can still claim your title of what you studied."

Her smile widens.

"I'd count your blessings."

"They need me", he says simply. "Someone's gotta patch them up and do the autopsies."

"Like I said."

"Yeah, I s'pose it is a blessing. Compared to the alternative."

"Mm-hmm."

He glances at her sideways, curiously.

She gestures.

"Neechyeevo. Oh, Bozhe, I need to start to smoking again."

"Very bad for you, smoking", he says easily. "Not that I wasn't thinking the same thing."