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[takecourage]

It's a slow night at the club and Alex is bored to tears. Sitting in her office with her booted feet kicked up on the desk, she scrolls through her phone and pulls up her message thread with Lee.

Are you free? Work's fucking boring.

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[takecourage]

"I was in and out of juvie and psych wards when I was younger," says Alex. "Mira tried to send me to one of those fucking...scared straight in the desert bootcamps, but I'd already figured out how to get out of a zip tie by then." She glances across at him, her face unreadable for a moment.

"I was...scouted," she says. "By a secret organisation." She makes a face. "It's exactly as bullshit as it sounds. Yale has all of these secret socities, but everyone kind of knows about most of them. Then there's the one that most people don't know about. Lethe."

[atehimrightup]

It’s a lot of information to learn about someone when you’re idling in the drive-thru of a Mexican restaurant. The neon yellow menu blinds him from a few yards away, and Lee blinks as he takes it all in. Before Darrow, he would have called bullshit.

But now he’s got a boyfriend, apparently. And it’s the fucking Earl of Buckingham. It’s easier to roll with the punches now.

“Well, damn,” he finally says, huffing out a laugh and grinning over at her. It doesn’t seem to be the easiest thing for her to talk about so while he’s curious, he doesn’t press for more. Not right now, anyway.

“Okay, miss secret society,” he says warmly. “What kind of tacos do you want?”

[takecourage]

She's weirdly grateful when he doesn't immediately ask for more details.

"Carne asada," she says, without hesitation. "Please. And a Coke."

[atehimrightup]

Lee orders a whole mess of tacos, a few drinks, and some taquitos to eat on the ride home, and hopefully George will be there. He did it again, he realizes. Home is George's place. Home is wherever George is. Christ, he's so fucked.

"I've got a bunch of shit, too," Lee offers as they inch forward and he leans over to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. "I'm not gonna get into it all right now, but just-- you're not gonna rattle me. If you ever wanna talk."

[takecourage]

"Thanks," she says, because she really is grateful. She leans her head against the window, looking out into the darkness as they ease forward in the line. "I...Had a pretty shitty life before I got here. Being here...being with Danny...have Edie. It was the first chance I ever really had to be happy and, even then, I tried really hard to fuck it up at first."

[atehimrightup]

"Me too. Exceedingly shitty," Lee says with a slow breath, brow furrowing slightly as Alex continues. It's sometimes easy to forget that Alex is a mother. He's never seen that side of her, aside from the obvious love in her voice when she mentions her daughter. Lee doesn't take it personally that she doesn't share much of that part of herself with him. It's not really something he's earned, and he would have no idea how to act around a kid anyway.

"Ah, self-sabotage," he breathes out, smiling ruefully and tugging his debit card out of his wallet. He never had one of these before Darrow. "How long has it been since Danny--"

He can't really bring himself to say it, and he feels a sudden surge of panic that makes his body seize up a little, breath caught in his throat as he imagines the same thing happening to George. Just the thought makes him want to throw up.

[takecourage]

Somebody else calling him Danny feels so strange. He would always have introduced himself as Darlington. She would have introduced him as that, too. SHe hadn't even thought of him as Danny until Darrow.

"Since July last year," she says, worrying the corner of her thumbnail with her teeth then pausing to inspect the damage. She wears press ons, sometimes, when she's dancing but, now, her natural nails are short and ragged. "We both got here in 2019, and it took us a while to get our asses in gear, but we were together pretty much from February 2020 until the day he went."