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If you want to, I won't stop you. [She seems comfortable now, at least. She sets her drink down and closes her eyes, trying to purge all of her anger. Arthur might have pissed her off, but it had never been like it was with James. Arthur never insulted her like he did. It wasn't fair for him to have to deal with what James had caused.] But don't feel that you need to in order to make me feel better.

[But Zee wants her friends to be happy. :(]

[He take a long, long moment]

All right.

Do you want me to break his nose?

[She pulls away now to look at him.]

You know, I've never had someone offer to break a guy's nose for me before.

[He smiles a little]

I'm in the mood.

I'll have to decline.

But if you want to do it, I won't be angry with you.

You can stay the night if you want, Zee.

[She leans in, craning her neck to meet his gaze.] Are you lonely, Arthur?

[It takes him a moment to reply, because he's not used to letting anyone in this far. No one sees this part of Arthur, the part that isn't propped up by his absurd notion of loyalty.]

Yes.

[She leans in further, pressing her lips to his; it's light and soft, quick. It's not sexual, though there's something else that lingers about it. It's sweet.]

All you have to do is call me, you know. [Because even when she's surrounded by people, Zatanna is often very lonely.]

[He kisses her back in the same way, that same soft, sweet kind of kiss]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, as I recall, you had claimed that you could carry me. [That's not how you change the subject. It's not going to help with feelings.]

[He reaches over and picks her up, and heads up the stairs. He makes it looks clean, effortless.

And then he dumps her on his bed. It's not sexual, just playful]

I told you.

[She's mildly surprised, making a little sound both when picked up and tossed. She plays coy, her legs shifting toward her as she places a hand over her mouth.]

Whatever will I do now, though? Who will save me?

[He gets on the bed]

Better call one of those superhero teams.

[She tugs him over by the collar, curling up against him.]

Can I borrow your phone? Or is that not doable?

[He moves closer to her, so she can curl to her heart's content, and puts one arm around her waist]

I don't think you could work my phone.

[She doesn't seem to mind this. Aww, yeah!! First base, Arthur!!]

Oh, I get it. You're taking a dig at my lack of skill with technology. Cute.

[SCORE.]

I tried to teach you.

It's boring and I'm magic. I could just contact you telepathically if it was too complicated.

[She shifts to lean her head against his shoulder.] And Ted taught me, anyway. Sort of. So don't tease.

Okay, I won't tease.

[He seems to relax, unwind]

Some people don't like telepaths.

For the moment.

No, they don't. I don't look at anything, just use it as a very base level to contact someone, if they allow it. I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of, so I'm very careful to take the other person into consideration these days. [She hates this subject. Even if those present who she has harmed have forgiven her, it still stings. How could anyone aware of it ever trust her?]

[He shrugs]

We've all done things we regret.

I'm tired of being haunted by them.

[He carefully pets her hair, just the softest touch. It's something an ex used to do to him, back when he could have girlfriends]

I know the feeling.

I'm sorry, Arthur. [She lets out an appreciative hum.] I'll listen, if you ever want me to. [It's an offer, not a push.] I won't judge you. Even if it seems like I am, I've never judged you.

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