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[lacksgrace]

You already know about me and Lor. [ A little, at least. He doesn't want to get into the specifics of it. How they're friends out of necessity, that Bells thinks he owes him something for taking care of him when he'd been left in some random ditch in Hell to die (again) and burn himself out on drugs until there'd been nothing left. He doesn't want to tell her how he loves him and just how much that love is pretty unrequited.

Bells pauses mid-drink, eyes settling her pretty hard at that last line. ] What do you mean by that exactly? Are you-- [ Bottle lowered, he presses his lips together. ] Did you die?

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[swedge]

[ She picks up on how he avoids the question, or more so avoids explaining further, so Jo just shrugs and looks back down at her bottle because it's her turn to avoid him, this time it being his eyes.

Jo tries to smile a little, tries to play it off, and starts picking at the label of her bottle. ]

Did, or am, back home. [ there's a pause, before she lifts her bottle to him, another cheers. ] Space-hell is my second chance, I guess.

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[lacksgrace]

Well, uh. You look pretty good for being dead. [ He gives her a grin, meant as a tease, and even if he doesn't mean to, he gets up to kick the seat a little closer to hers so he can gently nudge her with his elbow. ] We already agreed it's not so bad. Unless you brought stuff with you from home, I guess.

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[swedge]

[ okay, that definitely makes her laugh. ]

Thanks. I think so too. [ and when he scoots over and nudges her, she nudges back, shrugging a little. ]

As far as I know nothing followed. There're apparently Hellhounds on board, but I don't think they're the ones that got me.