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[conifer]

Who| Quintus and Emily
What| Quintus is sick and Emily insists on taking care of him
Where| Quintus' apartment
When| Backdated to the day of Quintus' broadcast
Warnings/Notes| None inherent


At 6pm Emily's waiting in the central commons of the Training Centre, a flask full of chicken soup under one arm. She's irritated at Quintus for insisting on continuing to work when he was clearly under the weather, and even more so for his paranoia over giving out his address. She imagined him leading her through all sorts of back alleys and taking the long way round so she'd have no idea how to get back there, and she's not sure she has the patience to continue humouring him. Her own paranoia has begun to set in too now, knowing that they'll surely be spotted leaving together. Gossip about her supposed love life was rampant enough without people thinking she was hooking up with a Peacekeeper, too.

She waves him over, looking him up and down, none too pleased. "You look just as bad as you sounded. You should be tucked up in bed, not sweating over your desk."

Comments

[conifer]

Emily lets out a short, bitter laugh. "Don't let the rest of the Capitol hear you say that. You're very close to saying that they aren't infallible."

[lex_paciferat]

"How disgustingly treasonous of me." He rolls his eyes.

After a lapse of silence, he rests a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want to try to eat something else? I could pull out some oatmeal or make tea or something."

[conifer]

"No, no, I'm fine." She runs a hand through her hair, sighing. "You don't need to host me, that's not why I came over. I'm sorry things turned out like this."

[lex_paciferat]

"Well, we got some conversation out of it, anyway." He says with a shrug. "I can't always talk too freely with the guys at work on account of the cameras and all, so I appreciate it."

[conifer]

"It comes to something when even you're worried about the cameras, and you're the one in charge of them," she says a little bitterly. "It's nice to not be monitored for once, though. To feel like we can speak freely to an extent, at least."

[lex_paciferat]

"We've got a good handle on the footage, but I'd rather not have anything on record that might look bad. Someone's got to be promoting tact and professionalism around here."

His expression, again on the verge of wry humor, stills a little. "And do do me a favor and don't repeat some of the things I said tonight. I don't want either of us to land in trouble."

[conifer]

"Of course I won't. After so many years in the Games, I've learned discretion."