Baltimore Museum of Industry, Wednesday Evening

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It had been a while since Watts and Steven had gone on a date to a museum (or at least, a museum that Steven didn't work at), and finding out that the Baltimore Museum of Industry was open late this Wednesday made a decision kind of a no-brainer.

They had dinner reservations for later, but first...

"Where should we start?" Watts asked, looking at the map outlining the different exhibits and where in the building they could be found.

[ooc: for the beau, and NFB due to distance.]

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"Tough choice," Steven admitted as he looked at the map. "It all looks interesting. Could try the pharmacy? To start somewhere?"

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“You can see what sort of remedies and curatives I am- was- accustomed to,” Watts said by way of agreement. Strangely enough, none of the little time they’d actually had available for sightseeing in New York and Toronto last year had involved a trip to a pharmacy.

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"I'm all for learning more about you," Steven said. He put his glasses away in one of his pockets. "Let's start there then."

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Watts took a deep breath, holding his arm out for Steven to take. “Let’s,” he agreed.

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Steven smiled proudly as he took Llewellyn's arm. "I've been looking forward to this. Thank you for finding it."

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“Thought it was high time we did some more exploring of the local museums,” Watts said.

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"Good time of year for it," Steven said. "When it's dark and cold out."

Not that Steven minded dark or cold, but he could agree that for instance that wasn't beach going weather.

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“Mmm,” Watts hummed in agreement. “Handy that this place is open late tonight.”

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"I don't mind going earlier if we need to," Steven said. "For some other museum, I mean. Go in the afternoon and have dinner after, that sort of thing."

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“Can’t be too early,” Watts pointed out. “I’ve class in the afternoon.” As he spoke, he unconsciously stiffened his posture, shoulders shifting back slightly.

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Steven noticed the change and looked at him with concern. "Are you all right?"

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“Me?” Watts said, giving Steven a slightly puzzled look. “Yes? Why do you ask?”

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"Seemed as though you might be tense about something?" Steven said, indicating Llewellyn's posture.

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“I’m on an enjoyable excursion with my beau,” Watts said. “I promise there’s nothing to be tense about.”

Except possibly a Pavlovian response to talking about schooling, particularly now that he himself was enrolled in a class.

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"If you're certain," Steven said. "Nothing bad happened today?"

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“We were faced with a pop quiz,” Watts said. “But I believe I did reasonably well.”

You know, assuming the teacher could decipher his handwriting.

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Steven looked at him with concern again. "That's a surprise. Did it throw you off at all?"

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“Yes and no?” Watts said. “You’re right in that I was not expecting it today. But it is par for the course in an academic setting to have such quizzes.”

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"So unpleasant but you managed?" Steven said, to see if he had the right of it. He squeezed Llewellyn's arm comfortingly regardless.

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“Indeed.” We’d see how confident he felt in that once he got that quiz back, though. Who knew what Tanizaki-sensei would do if she had a hard time reading his writing. “I do appreciate your concern,” Watts added, bumping Steven’s shoulder gently.

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"All right." Steven bumped back. "I'll take your word for it. I'm here if you need me. Always."

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“I appreciate that, darling,” Watts said. “Thank you.”

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Steven looked uncertain, then went with, "You're welcome?"

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“You sound uncertain,” Watts noted.

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"I'm trying not to deflect," Steven said. "I wasn't sure if that was the right way to do it."