Room 303, Tuesday Late Morning

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Rebecca had woken up a little earlier than she needed to this morning. Well, technically she didn't need to wake up very early at all, considering that Tuesday, like the five other days of the week that weren't Friday, was a day that she didn't have any on-campus classes. Sure, she had all her online classes to worry about, but she mostly did the work for those at night when she was unlikely to be spotted. It was strategic, really.

Regardless -- today. Up early. So she extended her morning run to an hour or so longer than usual, which admittedly felt pretty awesome. Then she came back up to her room, slung a towel over her shoulders to take care of some of the immediate sweatiness problem, and putted around reading her texts.

Rebecca Logan: Constructive human being since 1995.

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Oh.

Huh. Well, then.

Really, it didn't take a genius to figure out that Peter was obviously turning to sex to sublimate... something, but Rebecca didn't care what it was and it wasn't like she had anything better to do anyway. And besides, Peter taking the initiative was kind of nice, in a very 'Why should I do all the work all the time?' kind of way. So she didn't feel the need to harp on it, just tugged her hair out of the ponytail it was in and hopped off her desk.

"Sure," she said. "Lead the way."

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See? This was why turning to Rebecca was a good idea. No questions, or edging around some kind of point, or doing the whole I-have-something-on-my-mind-but-I-won't-tell-you-unless thing.

"And here I was about to go with 'ladies first'," he drawled, but he was already on his way out the door.

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She was pretty great for quiet Wigginly sublimiation of feelings, it was true. Peter should appreciate her more.

"Oh, dabbling in chivalry now," Rebecca snarked, following after him and shutting her door behind her. "Good thing you went on anyway, or else I would've fainted in shock."

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Sure, Peter was going to buy her flowers or something.

If he remembered.

Probably not.

"Can't have that," he said, but offered her a chivalrous arm anyway.

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It would be a first for them both! Though Rebecca would sooner let her cat eat the flowers than be bothered to put them in water. It was just how she was.

Rebecca took his arm, though not without grinning privately to herself at the idea of Peter employing any chivalry at all. "Impressive," she observed at the gesture as they got closer to his door. "Though you know you can just cut to the chase with me, right?"

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"Who says that's not exactly why I came here?" Peter asked as he walked down the hall. "Most of the people I know are obsessed with 'the chase'."

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"I'm just saying," Rebecca said, perfectly mildly. "Walking arm-in-arm through the halls doesn't seem like your style or mine. You don't have to jump through hoops if you'd rather just get to the making out."

It was an out, Peter! Be grateful! Or something.

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"But it amuses me to do it this way," Peter said, though as they reached his door, he let go.

He paused by the door. "Though, before we go in," he said. "In the interest of being straightforward: Any outstanding issues you want to delicately tip-toe around? Maybe some parental problems you'd like to take out on me without actually saying anything?"

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Rebecca raised an eyebrow. Up, up, up it went!

"No," she said, with certainty. Holding up a hand, she pledged, "No sobfests, insecurities, or typical chick issues on the horizon. Honest."

Though she supposed he must have known that, or he wouldn't have sought her out.

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"Well, I'm willing to hold open the door for that," Peter said, and did so, with a properly exaggerated swing.

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"I'm flattered," Rebecca said dryly, and her hands were halfway to the bottom of her tank top before, on a whim, she tossed back -- "And I assume the same is true for you?"

Oh, Rebecca. If you were waiting for Peter to run out of issues, you'd be waiting a loooong time.

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"No sobfests, insecurities, or daddy issues," Peter lied like a lying thing said. He shut the door behind him, then put his hands to good use taking his own shirt off. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Well, it was Peter, so at least he'd be more 'kneejerkingly dramatic' than 'passive-aggressive' about it.

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Yeah, that sounded juuust effusive enough to be bullshit. Too bad Rebecca didn't actually care what issues he had so long as he kept them to himself.

"Great," she said decisively, and off came the shirt. "Then let's get to it."

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"Good enough for me," Peter said, gripping her hips and pulling her in.

Work off some of this tension, kick her out, then get back to work. Excellent plan.