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The Inferno, Boston, Tuesday Evening

The bold neon-red sign saying INFERNO was blazing on the side of the building. It was the middle of the week, add yet there was still something of a line outside. Not around the building, like on the weekend, but there was still a brief wait until hopefuls (many of them couples on Valentine's Day dates) got to join the crowd inside, taking cover from the crisp chill of the weather outside.

Well, crowds, plural. The Inferno operated on three levels, with VIP-only Heaven upstairs and Hell down below, and the open-to-all restaurant/bar combo Purgatory on the ground floor.

As Ava had once put it, Purgatory was high-end without being snooty. There was a maître d' at the door, ready to seat people at tables (or at the bar, as they case might have been), but you could still waltz in with sneakers and a hoodie on. There was a nice, dimly-lit atmosphere, and candles on tables all over. Many of them were red or pink tonight, to mark the occasion

And behind the bar – smallest of the many at the Inferno – in his black shirt with Purgatory printed in surprisingly tasteful fashion on the back, was Ezra, serving up drinks, alongside one of his collegues. Wasn't really a one-person job tonight. Pretty busy.

And Ezra loved it. What was a better way of keeping himself distracted than by slinging drinks and flirting shamelessly at everyone who came up for drinks? Hey, maybe he'd come across a couple who'd want him to join in on their celebration of love!

A fox could hope.

[ooc: NFB, and for she who knows who she is!]

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"I guess I should be grateful that this time you're pushing me out of your life there's a reason for it."

That was a stupid, hurtful thing to say. Even as she said it, she knew it was stupid and hurtful. Hell, if she were actually trying to provoke a reaction out of Ezra, this would be the worst way to go about it. But she was tipsy and hurting and angry and just lashing out.

Funny how it only made her feel worse.

That was the thing with lashing out. It was rarely as satisfying as you hoped it would be.

Ezra rolled his eyes. Bitterly, if that was a thing. "Oh how terrible of me to not want to see anyone else get drawn into this."

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Kathy didn't have much experience with it, but she certainly wasn't finding it to her taste. It just made her feel petty, on top of everything else.

"Fine," she said, pressing her fingertips to her temples. "Just...fine. You can escort me out of here if you want to. Tell people I was trying to pocket bendy straws and paper umbrellas if you want to." She tried to take a step towards the door. "Is that all?"

Ezra's hand was on her wrist before he had time to actually think about doing it. Maybe taht was for the better, letting a little bit of instinct take over.

Or maybe it was a bad idea.

Either way, he found himself surprised at her skin being warm against his.

"Look," he said. "I'm glad you came back. I am."

And Kathy wished she were colder, not of skin but heart. Because with that, her defenses crumbled a bit and she had to blink back tears.

"I missed you," she said, her other hand coming up to brush gentle fingers over his inner forearm. She didn't mention that she'd started missing him before she'd died. "I still do."

There were benefits to not saying what they both knew was true, anyway.

Because if she'd pointed out what she hadn't pointed out, he probably wouldn't have yanked her into a hug.

The hug was as good as it was unexpected. She wrapped her arms fiercely around him and clung tight, face pressed into his neck. She trembled, but only from the effort of not crying; it felt like that was all she did lately and she wasn't going to do it now and make Ez deal with it.

But hugging, she could do. That and drop a soft kiss on the side of his throat.

Ezra wasn't as clingy, but it was a firm, tight hug all the same.

He nuzzled the top of her head, if only barely.

She'd take it.

"Will you...do you think you might visit the island sometime soon?" Kathy managed to swap out 'the island' for 'me' at the last moment. Also, she wasn't letting go before he did.

"I don't know."

It was the most honest answer he had to give. His voice was as even again. Just quieter.

"Oh." Kathy closed her eyes against his shoulder. "Because of me?"

Which seemed like a pretty self-absorbed thing to ask, and yet...

"Not everything is about you, sweet pea."

Well, not exclusively, anyway.

It wasn't harsh. But it wasn't exactly sweet, either, even if he brushed a couple of fingers through her hair.

"I know it's not," Kathy said with a wry smile. "I'm asking if this one is. We didn't exactly leave well last time we were together and this time has been a bit...fraught, too." She leaned back to look into his eyes.

Dammit, Ezra, did everything about you have to be pretty?

"It's just--I'd like to see you. But I'll understand if you might not be as keen. So I don't want to hold out hope."

"I know what you mean, but please drop it, darling."

It wasn't simple. And he felt unable to really say one thing or another on the matter right now, because she was right, this had been fraught. He didn't know.

Kathy nodded, her wry smile going sad around the edges. That was enough of an answer for her, at least. She turned and brushed a soft kiss over his cheek and went to step back. "They missing you yet, you think?"

Ezra didn't let her go just yet. For one, he had to kiss her cheek.

"Everyone's been missing me since I left."

At the bar. He meant the bar.

And he could still send tingles through her with a light kiss like that. Ugh. She needed to get involved with guys who had a lot less game, dammit.

"Of course they do," she told him. Also talking about the bar. "It's because you're so very pretty. We lesser mortals appreciate the sunlight of your presence."

"I know."

And if the chaste cheek kiss had caused a reaction in her, maybe he shouldn't have gone for one on her lips. But oh well.

He did it anyway. It was instinctive. Something he did better than words, sometimes.

Dammit, Ezra. It had literally almost been ten months to the day since she'd been kissed. Even a brief brush of his mouth on hers was enticing. Her tongue darted out to flick over his lower lip almost by habit, hands clutching at his arms like she was trying to hold on.

He was really terrible like that. But he couldn't help it – for anything emotional, his go-to was the physical. And it didn't help that he was at a complete loss about what to do with -- the entirety of her situation.

Kissing her was perhaps a terrible idea which he shouldn't have lingered on.

And yet.

And Kathy should be stepping back from the kiss say, oh, any time now. She was raw and vulnerable and certainly not in the best frame of mind for damn near anything. But she'd come to Purgatory to find a way to get out of her own head and focus on something in the now and Ezra had always been good at shutting her brain down for hours on end.

The smart thing to do would be to back away and say goodbye. Definitely not to try to deepen the kiss further, opening her mouth to his.

And yet.

Ezra went with it, for a moment.

But then, gentle but firm, his hands were on her shoulders, and he was pulling back. "You should go now." His voice was quiet. Almost soft. But he also sounded like he'd made up his mind.

He wasn't looking at her.

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"R-right," Kathy said, grateful for his hands on her shoulders because she would have stumbled otherwise. The sudden change from warmth to cool--both physical and emotional--had her reeling. "Of course."

She straightened herself up, stepping deliberately away from him, shoulders back and chin up. It didn't matter how raw she was feeling inside, she was going to walk out of here head high. It was a damn cold comfort, but she'd take what she could get in this scenario.

"Bye, Ezra. See you...if I see you, I guess."

Ezra's face was tilted more towards the floor than it ever tended to be, his gaze cast away. He nodded, although the movement was... very slight.

He didn't say anything.

His chest felt tight.

(And he was going to be pissed off if he ever found out that she'd go on to hang around Boston after this.)

She was a pain in the ass like that.

Kathy waited a second or two to see if he was going to respond and when it seemed obvious the answer was going to be no, she nodded once to herself and walked out of the closet, feeling a lot like she'd left part of her heart lying on the floor of it. But no one who didn't know her well would be able to tell just by looking at her face and that, she counted as a win.

And the brush of fingers over his arm as she walked by? Purely coincidental.

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