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Hi.

Hey, Johnny.

How you been girl!?

Uh, I've been okay, Johnny.

How about you?

I've been good. Haven't seen you in so long.

Yeah. I've been involved in a classified mission. But I think it's over now, so here I am.

It's good to see you.

You too. How've you been?

Not to bad! You?

Busy. But I got promised some leave time, so I'm looking forward to that.

Still think I'm the man that almost got his team killed?

You are still the man that almost got his team killed. That's what happened, that's what I saw. But I saw you be more than that, too.

Still think I'm just some conquest?

Thought you knew that when we went out.

*winks*

Though you knew it takes more than a wink to get me, Johnny.

And I stuck with it didn't I? I didn't just give up because I was only after one thing.

That's right, you did. Is this your way of asking me out to dinner, now that I'm back?

It's my way of asking you for a catch up coffee.

Catch up coffee. Got it. Found someone new to impress while I was gone?

You could say that, Captain. If you're nice I'll let you meet her.

Why would you think I'd want to meet her?

You never know you might get along.

Three's company for me right now, Johnny. It's been a long couple of months.

But if you want to get coffee one on one, I'd like that.

You mean to say after all this time you don't have a boyfriend?

I've been on a highly classified mission for the past few months. When would I have had time for a boyfriend?

Sorry. No, I don't.

With saying hi? Without a smile? Without even.... Wait, I haven't said hi, have I?

Hi. Hey. Why heading off so soon? Or was that more of the grand scheme of things, Dorothy click your heels kind of go home kind of thing?

In case you haven't noticed, I've been away from home for the past few months. I'm ready to come back.

How many of you are there, Johnny?

Ooooh, so that sort of home. I promise to throw a welcome home party if you do. Mostly involving champagne and us.

That was over the top, wasn't it?

Well, if you listen to another beautiful blonde there's me - who is wonderful and fun - and then this really slutty me that apparently has a daughter who is just like him. I think she hit on me.

Just a bit. But so was the going away party you had for me.

A daughter? That was fast.

What other beautiful blonde?

And you had a good time! Therefor, party.

She's like from the future or something. I don't know. She was creepy and foul mouthed. Did you miss HIT on me?

Aryn. She's dating Gambit, apparently.

I'll think about it. Does that mean you don't have any new girls I should know about?

Besides your future daughter, I mean.

Gambit... that name's on the government's mutant watch list. She's dating a mutant? Brave lady.

Any that mean anything, matter or have my cellphone number? No. Do you really want any more details than that?

She's not mine! Stop that! For one, my future daughter likely wouldn't be asian. I see blond, with my eyes and your smile.

You should meet him. Cajun with black and red eyes. The accent's fun.

No, I definitely don't.

Very funny. Maybe if you stop seeing girls I don't want details about, we'll talk.

Double date?

Good. I'd hate to have to compare them all to you.

We'll talk means maybe but then I'd be giving up eeeeverything for a maybe?

... If you want. So you're agreeing to a date?

Sometimes I think I need a lie detector with you.

It means I don't really believe you'll give them up.

I already agreed to a date, Mr. Let-Me-Torch-the-Bouquet.

I never lie to about anything important. Does that help?

If I made a commitment, I would. It's why I haven't. I am a lot of things, but I'm not the guy to get involved with someone beyond the superficial and whore around on her. Despite what everyone believes.

Fine. I'll talk to Aryn but I will not be held responsible if Gambit and I destroy anything.

What counts as important?

Then let me know when you're ready for a commitment, and we can talk about babies with my eyes and your smile.

I think I can handle it.

You. Bet you knew that would be the answer.

... You're just messing with my head, aren't you?

I think you can handle a lot.

I might have.

How's it feel?

Having you mess with my head? Not as good as my body but I'll take it.