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*he's waiting outside Hamlet's window this the evening, tossing little pebbles at it--he feels old-fashioned and teenaged at once, but he's not reaching Hamlet's cell phone so really this is not as silly as it feels. tick, tick go the stones against the glass, small and insistent taps like some kind of code that he's forgotten how to decipher*

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What else would you like to do?

*littlesmile* I want to go see you in a play.

Maybe--if they want me ...

Why wouldn't they want you? You're terrific.

They've already got such a strong connection, they're so used to each other ... *sheepish* Also I think they're sleeping together.

Probably. But that doesn't mean they can't work with anyone else -- everyone was just about sleeping with each other in theater club in high school, too, but we still let new people in and we only corrupted them a little. And they let you try out.

... you never told me about that. *nudge*

... I didn't? *sheepish* Oh -- well. I wasn't sleeping with anyone but you. And I was only teasing-corrupting.

*smile* It would've been okay, if you had been ... it was a long time ago, wasn't it?

*slightlysad smile* I was a different person.

But you're still a good one. Still a person I love. *they've reached a little tree-lined lane, now--the shadows close off the sun a bit*

*and his heart feels a little lighter, then, for the weight of having changed, for the sun-in-the-trees and the assurance both -- he laughs* I was a brat a lot of the time. Probably still am. *kiss* But I was always crazy about you.

*pulls them to sit under a large and spreading tree, and leans on his shoulder* Can we just be together? Like any other couple?

*draws an arm around him* Yeah. Yeah, we can do that.

*soft* Not just playing, but really being?

How d'you mean?

I mean ... it's hard for us to be just an ordinary couple, when you've got political obligations and obligations to your father ...

*bites his lip* What's an ordinary couple?

You know ... living together, maybe. Making a life together that's ours and no one else's.

We can do that.

Can we really?

*hesitates -- something twisting in him*

*takes his hand* It's all right. I knew when I started dating you that you were a prince. I'm really glad about everything we have.

I don't want to be a prince. I --

*just leans against him, warm and steady--would never, ever admit to him that he's sometimes thought about being apart as being free*