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[aimedforthemoon]

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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[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"Never too late. Maybe you'll find someone spacegoing here."

[aimedforthemoon]

"But in the meantime..."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"In the meantime", he says, rolling over and looking at her again, "we'll have to see what we can do in the way of distraction."

[aimedforthemoon]

A faint smile.

"Indeed. You should get to work, though."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." That's vaguely regretful, but he leans down to start fishing for his clothes. "Tomorrow, then?"

[aimedforthemoon]

A flicker of surprise.

"Tomorrow."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

"No commitment", he says, twisting back to look at her. "Just an arrangement, yeah?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"Get going, Doctor."

[sorryimatwat.livejournal.com]

Owen chuckles and goes back to looking for his underwear.