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SCENARIOS
1. EXPECTING A BABY/ADOPTING A BABY.
2. GETTING A DIVORCE.
3. HONEYMOON.
4. GETTING BACK TOGETHER AFTER SEPARATION.
5. DOMESTIC CUTE TIMES.
6. PILLOW TALK.

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Cute blonde in one of my shirts? Oh, did you tell her to let you call her Raoul while you fucked her? [He leans over an arm of the couch, hands braced on it.] Or while she fucked you?

[He lets a beat or two pass.] I'm not here to fight. I really am not. If she'd like to stay for a threesome, that's fine.

We made it a point to do it on your side of the bed.

(he's so apathetic about it all, maybe that's what makes it a little cruel. he's used to people coming in and out of his life, but they never get to wander back in- it's the other way around.

he tilts his back, calling to her in a tone that used to be reserved for him and Silva, mornings spent together before heading back to bed and doing nothing.)

Darling, don't bother; the morning's ruined anyway.

(she raises an eyebrow, but what does she care? offering cross another kiss before disappearing.)

Should I have come back on my knees, begging? [All of the blatant innuendo there.] We can work this out. I'm certain of it. But if you're not interested...

Or moved on. (Cross regards him like he was some sort of stink that he can't get rid of.)

Why, though?

Yes, because she just screams 'moved on from you', darling. [From leaning to sitting on the arm of the couch, then.]

Why? Because I do miss you. I miss us. A break was...hm, it was fine, in its own way, but it's simply not the same without you.

The other one had a meeting early this morning. (nothing says "moved on" like a threesome in your married bed.)

If you fancy a shag, I could pencil you in.

If I fancied a shag, I could be anywhere else other than right here right now. I fancy a marriage. Seeing as we're still married. And if you didn't want one anymore, you could have always slapped me with some divorce papers.

You're a tax deduction.

(he was alone, and silva left. there was nothing that could replicate the feeling of when they were together, so he replaced it.)

Did James finally punch you in the face?

[Ouch. Silva doesn't give so much as a visible twitch, but that hardly means it didn't cut somewhere painful.]

Darling, you're very misguided if you think he only now just punched me in the face. That was the very first meet in the city! At this rate, you'd think maybe he likes me black and blue and red all over.

Listen to me. I apologize for leaving as I did. I was tired, I was frustrated, and the both of us butt heads like mountain goats so often I think I might get dizzy some days. But I don't want you out of my life. I don't want this to be permanent. I let my emotions rule me that day.

(he gives him a dark expression, one with hidden malice and frustration and just like that it disappears.)

Life can't be easy, and you didn't want to work for it. (even as lazy as he is, he has no tolerance for people complaining when they didn't want to do the work for it.)

I didn't want to work for it? And what work did you do? Tell me, because I would love to know how hard you worked to make this work! How hard did you work to keep me around?

I stayed.

(That's all he has to stay. Someone as flighty as him staying in one place for so long? It was because he had a home there, someone waiting for him when he came back from a long day of flirting and drinking.)

After it all, I stayed.

We could always go traveling. [It sounds so defeatist. Travel. As if that was ever the problem. And he knows it, the way he doesn't look at Cross, eyes more focused on the floor, fingers tightening on the couch fabric.]

Neither of us were ever really cut out for long-lasting relationships, were we?

You never wanted to go.

(M, James, everything that Cross thought that Silva needed was in the city. He had his obsessions, and he knew that his heart wouldn't be in it.)

We could have been.

I've done plenty of it in my life. We could go. Right now. Saudi Arabia, you'd like it there. Argentina. Summer in Saint Petersburg, winter in Nassau.

Like a second honeymoon.

I've done Arabia. (he sounds bored, like he's heard this before and has absolutely no faith that Silva will actually go through with it.)

And if we fight on the way over?

Then we fight. Fighting is just something we do. We made it work for a while. Why can't we make this work now?

(he looks at him, trying to find some sort of tell that Silva's telling the truth.)

You were lucky that I was here.

Instead of Nepal? [He'll at least glance over, make eye contact.] I've come after you before. It might have been nice if you had come after me for once. [It's not said with malice. Just tired and matter of fact.]

(Is that what he wanted? Cross relaxes, shoulders back instead of aggressively forward.)

All you had to do was ask.

I didn't realize I had to ask at all. Like a game. I came to see if you were even still interested or if you were just looking for an excuse to have me gone.

I'm good at getting in your pants, not staying there. (it's so true. she's walking out now, and cross waits till she closes the door before grabbing Silva.)

Next time, call?

[Oh, that's an encouraging sign.] So you can ignore my calls or hang up on me? Mm, no, I think it's much more fun to kick out your girlfriends in the middle of breakfast, darling.