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John
Remus left the pie on the counter, put on the new scarf and coat he'd gotten for Christmas, and walked down the street to the nearest bar.
He ordered a rare steak and ate it quickly, and then just sat at the bar sipping bottom shelf whiskey.
"Maybe you are, but he's a million times worse, Remus," he said. He truly wondered why no one saw that. Part of him was sure Willy used magic to charm all these poor sods.
"I've loved a lot of people I shouldn't," he replied. "That doesn't mean you stick with toxic people."
"Fair enough," he said. "But I still think it'd be a good new year's resolution to drop him and run."
He took a sip of beer and put the topic to bed.
"I do," he nodded. Run to where was a good question. One John couldn't answer.
John wondered which home, knowing Willy frequented several places. He assumed it was the shitty flat he'd followed remus to.
"That actually sounds nice," he said, draining half his beer.
As far as pick up lines went, 'come eat my pie' was one of the weirder ones.
John laid a few notes on the bar too and got up.
"I'm up for a bit of exercise," he assured him.
"Of course I know that," he chuckled softly, fishing out a cigarette for the walk.
"That's right," he nodded, thinking he might actually just stay for pie. He wasn't going to take advantage of a man with who knew how much whiskey in him.
"North Chelsea," he said. "Shitty little flat, but it keeps me warm. It's alright."
"You pay the rent? Or Silver?" he asked, trying to sound casual. Remus had asked where he would run to. John realized if Remus had no job and no money, he'd never afford a flat, not even with mates. Which John knew he didn't have.
"You are aware it's nearly 2021 and you could work online from home," he said as he followed Remus into the kitchen.
John looked at it a moment, then looked at Remus.
"You actually meant eat pie," he said, the truth of it hitting him.
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