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[no_sin_but]

Marlowe had been intending on having a shower when he changed into a cat, and now things have changed.

He's in the bath. Thinking and soaking and oh, it feels good to be back.

Even if he will miss having two eyes.

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[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"The drama with the lead actress continues. She's taken up with another woman, one also scorned by the lead. He's devastated. His confidence is shot."

None of this is true, it just makes good telling.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

Far be it for Marlowe to tell him to stop. So, he smirks.

"Really?"

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"The entire thing is like a balancing act."

An elegant gesture.

"I haven't juggled since college. I'm ill equipped."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Oh, but you are director. Surely you've juggled."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"I meant literally," admits Darren, demonstrating briefly with an apple, a set of keys and a cup that come to hand, "but emotionally? Yes, just not as complicated as this."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Could be the challenge of your career!"

He sounds far too cheerful about this.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"At this point, I just want the the thing to be over with. One more month of shows and then I never have to see any of them again. And that's the best news I've had since Geoffrey entered the mental hospital."

Anyways. Casual as fuck,

"How's your week been?"

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know. Entirely bizare, in a way that only an actor's life can be. I'm sure it'd be a play."

Beat.

"Now there's an idea..."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"You're thinking of writing again?"

Darren forgets himself and looks in and smiles at him, open and blinding and please let Marlowe write again.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"I miss it."

That's not a yes. It's not a no, either.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Right."

Out again, back to book hunting.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

Drily,

"Besides, I have the time. No one to spy on or for."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Someone said to me once, when you are what you do, when you stop you aren't. Most men die rather quickly after retirement."

He's not trying to be morbid, he just couldn't imagine it.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

Marlowe pauses.

"And nine years after I stopped, I still call myself a writer. So what does that mean?"

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"That it's just a hiatus."

Obviously.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

He snorts.

"Nearly a decade, it's a bloody long one."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Never say never," says Darren, with faith that's practically childish.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

That actually gets a laugh.

Albeit a cynical one.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Eaten yet?"

He manages to not sound like he's fretting.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"No, actually. I needed the bath more."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"What got you in that state?"

Darren doesn't remember Marlowe being a clean-freak.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"An odd desire to hear English accents again."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"You went to England?"

Oh.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Just for a day or so. But, October. Mud and everything."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"With Mary Anne?"

Asking cheerfully, letting slip without thinking but his tone of voice is so casual he couldn't possibly mean anything by it.

"What time period?"

There are lots.