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There's got to be some sort of way. Something that could be explained away as you disappearing after your last job.

*starts to laugh* What are we going to do? Fake my death?

[stares at her for a moment] Would that work?

*Blinks* You're serious?

Dead. No...pun intended.

Do you know how crazy that sounds? Even people in movies don't get away with that.

People in movies don't have islands to go to with scramblers on them ensuring nationwide privacy. Even on the mainland, Lanstonia is considered Legend.

How exactly are we going to fake my death? Blow up a car with a corpse inside?

Did you ever return that rental car?

Yes and would you listen to yourself. *Holds his head in her hands and just looks at him* I love that you want to do this. I love that you want to protect me. You do make me feel safe. I've never felt so safe as when I'm near you but this is crazy. I can't let you do this. It's political suicide.

You're forgetting, I'm not some political candidate who can be taken down from my post. I could arrange it so... [sighs] Never mind.

But you do have to play the game and it's not like you couldn't be usurped. *She hates the sigh of resignation and hates even more that she was the one that drew it out of him* I'll figure something out. I'll get out of this. I just don't want to drag you down with me if it goes wrong. *Looks really apologetic almost on the verge of tears*

I'm sure you will. You're brilliant like that.

*Hugs him tightly and starts kissing him until that face goes away*

[gives her a smile because he knows that's what she wants to see, but it doesn't really meet his eyes.]

*pouts* Jules... please don't do this. Don't make me regret coming and ruining your vacation.

You could never ruin it. It's just me in my old age, thinking I can make the world better for everyone I meet.

*Takes a deep breath* Fine. Find some other loser to rescue. I'm going to take a bath.

[closes his eyes, not even watching her go, going to sit on the bed himself wondering just quite where he went wrong with emotions in his life. he runs his hands over his face and slouches over, keeping his face in his hands and resting his elbows on his knees]

*Does much the same in the bathroom. After 20 minutes she emerges again in a big fluffy robe and wet hair she's combing out with his comb.*

[by that point, he'd put his pajamas on and settled into bed and was doing emails on his blackberry with Norton]

*Climbs on the bed next to him, looking over his shoulder* Anything good?

[shuts his phone off when he feels the bed dip] He's simply having better luck than I in certain matters. Nothing of discussion, though.

*Just watches him*

[rolls over a bit, putting his phone in his bag] Good night, I suppose.