Enterprise Center, St Louis, Missouri, Saturday Afternoon

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After they'd found their seats- nothing extravagant, though also not high up in the nosebleeds, but something reasonable in the lower bowl- Watts had almost immediately sprung back up to head to the concessions, coming back several minutes later with popcorn, nachos, a pretzel, a beer, a glass cup of wine, and two hot dogs (all beef, he'd checked). How was he managing to carry all that? Good question, don't worry about it.

"I wasn't certain what sort of fixings you'd care for," Watts said, as he handed the beer and one of the hot dogs to Marc. "So I brought some of everything." From a pocket, he produced ketchup and mustard packets, as well as several condiment cups with things like onions, hot peppers, and whatever else one might put on a hot dog.

Had Marc requested any of that? Possibly not, but he was getting it anyway.

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"I- you would- with me?" Watts asked, surprised.

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"I know a little," Marc said. "Not saying you could go pro or anything but enough if you're curious."

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"I'd like that," Watts admitted.

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"Getting kind of warm for it," Marc said. "But we could keep it in mind for later?"

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"Midnight might also oblige us in creating a suitable environment indoors," Watts pointed out.

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"True," Marc said. "I'm game if you are."

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Watts let out a little snort of laughter at that, even though considering the source, the wordplay may well have been unintentional.

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"Something funny?" Marc asked, since he hadn't even picked up on it, let alone intended it.

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"You said you were game," Watts said in explanation.

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It still took Marc a sec.

"Ah," he said, once he got it. Then, since it was true, "Steven would've liked that."

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Watts nodded. "I had that same thought," he admitted.

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"You know him pretty well," Marc said. "Better than me sometimes."

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Watts didn't doubt the first part of that sentence, but the second part did surprise him a little. "Really?"

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"He confides in you more," Marc said. He took another drink of his beer. "I know he keeps stuff from me. When he's upset. Shit like that."

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"He thinks you take too much onto your shoulders," Watts said.

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"It's my freaking job," Marc said. "Not for him to worry about."

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Watts snorted. "Good luck with that."

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Marc had to acknowledge Watts had a point there. "I can try anyway. He shouldn't worry."

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"I do try to remind him not to worry too much," Watts assured him.

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"Appreciate that," Marc said. "At least he's got somebody if he's not gonna lean on me."

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"He'll never not lean on you, to some degree," Watts pointed out. "It's in your nature." Plural 'your' there.

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"He still tries to keep me out of stuff," Marc said, as though he didn't do the same thing in reverse to Steven. "It's good he's got you at least."

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"And I him," Watts said, with great fondness.

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"I'm not - " Marc briefly debated if he should continue, not sure if this was one of those times he shouldn't poke his nose in. Then he figured fuck it. "I'm not standing in the way if you two wanna tie the knot. You've got my blessing. Not sure anybody sane would want it but there ya go."

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"Tie the- oh. Oh. Well. Thank you," Watts said solemnly. "Though- I'm not the one that needs convincing, in that respect."