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[annarr]

Anything promising so far?

[timeanalyst]

I wish! Whole lot of nothing so far.
But I'm the best researcher I know and I'm not about to give up this easily.

[annarr]

Shall I leave you to it, elskan?

[or, you know. should he come wander along behind and generally be a distracting nuisance? these are usually the two options.]

[timeanalyst]

[Oh his heart leaps and he's smiling so fondly at his TemPad screen.]

Could always use some help.
And I can't say I'd hate the company...

[annarr]

Oh, well, if I'll be expected to help, never mind.

[And yet, is he meanderingly on his way? Yes.]

[timeanalyst]

Many hands make light work or whatever.
But don’t feel like you have to!!
I can search the files myself.

[But company is always welcome…]

[annarr]

And if I feel the need to hinder?

[timeanalyst]

Hinder away, my dear.
Just know that the more you hinder the longer this task will take.

[annarr]

Will it? [How difficult can it really be to keep working while a god is drifting up and briefly hooking his chin over one's shoulder to watch?] Haven't you gotten used to having to manage by now?

[timeanalyst]

[Mobius flinches - but only the tiniest bit. And then he chuckles, turning his head enough to peep Loki in his peripherals.]

Hey sweetheart. Y’gotta quit sneakin’ up on me like that.

[He turns more to reward his partner with a kiss on the cheek.]

It’s still a work in progress. The managing.

[annarr]

[There's a slight apology in curling his arms briefly around the man, a pleased little noise rumbling out at the peck of a kiss.]

Is it awful work?

[Lots of people found dealing with Loki(s) to be terribly burdensome. It's quite precious, really, feeling certain that Mobius doesn't find it such a horrible undertaking.]

[timeanalyst]

Oh, just terrible. [Mobius leans back into the hug, the smile on his face betraying his complaints.] Not gettin' anywhere with it.

[And yet - he's happily sticking with it.]

Thanks for joinin' me. Pull open a drawer, pick up some folders. Unless you got other plans in mind?

[annarr]

[Acceptance is a hell of a drug. It certainly keeps Loki clinging in place for a moment, nuzzling closer and breathing deeply in the sensation of it.

Or, perhaps, breathing deeply for a dramatic sigh as he pulls himself away again.]

I believe I was invited to hinder, yes?

[timeanalyst]

[Either or, Mobius welcomes it. The closeness, the deep breath. It's nice and he finds himself leaning, chasing Loki even as he pulls away.]

You were! Yeah. Hinder or help. [He holds up a stack of file folders.] Pick your poison.

[annarr]

My poison?

[It's definitely an expression he knows. It's just that for a heartbeat, it's possible that the look on his face is less metaphorical and more a consideration.

It ends, in any case, with lightly swatting at the files to instead lean in for a light kiss.]