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Life had certainly taken an unexpected turn, between what was happening with Guy (on a more or less regular basis) and what had happened with Dakin (but only once). It was, however, Dakin that he found himself thinking about more and more - he put that much, at least, down to the fact that it had only happened once, and briefly.

It was intensely distracting.

After a day spent planning lessons for when school started, it wasn't particularly surprising to find himself in a bar. The attractive red-head served him a drink and he sat, idly flipping through a paperback.

It wasn't an entirely unpleasant way to spend an evening.

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It was late but Irwin was still awake, sprawled on the bed in his room, idly reading his novel about Thomas Cromwell, thinking about sleep. There was a cigarette between his lips, as yet unlit. He found himself absorbed.

Maybe he'd get up and shower in a minute...
He had no other plans, after all.