I would, as one might invite in a stray kitten during a frost.
[Albert takes the device after Moran's initial token effort of... staring at it and doing nothing of value. He's sober enough to turn it on, and he does glance to Moran with a smugness at the ease with which he has acquired the tech use here. It's not as bad as he expected when space was initially involved, but he did spend a good several hours figuring out his own device.
I'd rather freeze if that's what you're likening me to.
[ There is little bite in his words as he pauses to stare at the device that is in Albert's hands. He blinks in a dazed fashion at it before drawing his eyes back up to the man's face. Unlock it? ]
What?
[ He repeats the word a few times as he looks back down at the black screen. Oh. Right. A password. Moran wonders what he would actually choose. The immediate thought that hits him is "William." But the unlock screen isn't what he expects.
Ah, shit. It has dots all over the screen. That means that he has to draw out some design using those dots. ]
[It's not like Albert can actually resist giving Moran a hard time. But, good grief, does he have to make things so damnably difficult? He doesn't remember his passcode? Seriously?]
Repeating yourself doesn't change my question.
[Okay, plan B it is. He merely reaches over to shove the device back into Moran's nearest pocket so he has a free hand to retrieve his own.]
You're lucky I'm so kind. My residence is down the next street.
[ He grumbles, but it doesn't sound like he means it. His eyes still fixed on the device in his hand. Really -- what would he make as his passcode? It makes sense that he'd choose this instead of numbers, though. ]
I'm lucky that you want something.
[ He lets out a sigh as the phone is taken out of his hand and tossed into his jacket pocket. The weight of it is felt immediately, but immediately ignored. ]
Or that you have some other scheme that you're thinking...
Has it occurred to you that I might only want company?
[Beep boop pulling up the map to his place now. Don't ask what his passcode is, but at least he knows it.
There's not a trace of annoyance in his voice now, but a touch of amusement. Moran might be about to drop, if Albert isn't careful. It may be sad of him to want company right now, trusted company, arguably good company, but that's what Moran is. A comfort. A reminder of something distant and beloved. He's actually glad Moran is here.]
[ His arm shoots out to point to the sky -- index finger pointing to some distant star -- before it flops back down to his side. ]
You're really here, then. [ He props his elbow onto Albert's shoulder and drops his head onto his arm. Looking at him, he seems to appraise him a little in his unclear gaze. ] It's really nice to see a familiar face... and someone who knows who I am.
[ Moran's shared a bit of who he is. It's just in pieces and nothing that would mean much to anyone; at least, that's how he views it. Straightening his posture, he lightly pats Albert's back. ]
[Must their little back and forths be so utterly nonsensical? Why do they get along best when a few drinks have greased things? Albert wonders this as Moran leans on him, nearly stumbling.]
I'd be rather lost in very particular ways if you weren't here, so I'm glad you are. I may lean on your experiences from here and home.
[He smiles, genuine and calm, and carries on walking. Maybe those drinks were a bit stout.]
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[Albert takes the device after Moran's initial token effort of... staring at it and doing nothing of value. He's sober enough to turn it on, and he does glance to Moran with a smugness at the ease with which he has acquired the tech use here. It's not as bad as he expected when space was initially involved, but he did spend a good several hours figuring out his own device.
But. He forgot this part.]
Unlock it so I can pull up the location.
[Passwords.]
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[ There is little bite in his words as he pauses to stare at the device that is in Albert's hands. He blinks in a dazed fashion at it before drawing his eyes back up to the man's face. Unlock it? ]
What?
[ He repeats the word a few times as he looks back down at the black screen. Oh. Right. A password. Moran wonders what he would actually choose. The immediate thought that hits him is "William." But the unlock screen isn't what he expects.
Ah, shit. It has dots all over the screen. That means that he has to draw out some design using those dots. ]
What?
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[It's not like Albert can actually resist giving Moran a hard time. But, good grief, does he have to make things so damnably difficult? He doesn't remember his passcode? Seriously?]
Repeating yourself doesn't change my question.
[Okay, plan B it is. He merely reaches over to shove the device back into Moran's nearest pocket so he has a free hand to retrieve his own.]
You're lucky I'm so kind. My residence is down the next street.
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[ He grumbles, but it doesn't sound like he means it. His eyes still fixed on the device in his hand. Really -- what would he make as his passcode? It makes sense that he'd choose this instead of numbers, though. ]
I'm lucky that you want something.
[ He lets out a sigh as the phone is taken out of his hand and tossed into his jacket pocket. The weight of it is felt immediately, but immediately ignored. ]
Or that you have some other scheme that you're thinking...
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[Beep boop pulling up the map to his place now. Don't ask what his passcode is, but at least he knows it.
There's not a trace of annoyance in his voice now, but a touch of amusement. Moran might be about to drop, if Albert isn't careful. It may be sad of him to want company right now, trusted company, arguably good company, but that's what Moran is. A comfort. A reminder of something distant and beloved. He's actually glad Moran is here.]
You assume so much, especially when you're drunk.
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[ His arm shoots out to point to the sky -- index finger pointing to some distant star -- before it flops back down to his side. ]
You're really here, then. [ He props his elbow onto Albert's shoulder and drops his head onto his arm. Looking at him, he seems to appraise him a little in his unclear gaze. ] It's really nice to see a familiar face... and someone who knows who I am.
[ Moran's shared a bit of who he is. It's just in pieces and nothing that would mean much to anyone; at least, that's how he views it. Straightening his posture, he lightly pats Albert's back. ]
Let's go, let's go...
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I'd be rather lost in very particular ways if you weren't here, so I'm glad you are. I may lean on your experiences from here and home.
[He smiles, genuine and calm, and carries on walking. Maybe those drinks were a bit stout.]
Do always be yourself with me, Colonel.