Dinner as a goodbye...

[1stmacleod]

After talking with Jelani in the Nexus, Connor returns to the place he's starting, tentatively, to think of as home base. He tucks the envelope full of money away in his suitcase, and takes roughly two minutes to pack, because he's been living out of it anyway.
Then he goes to the kitchen, and rummages, and gets to work. A chocolate cake comes first, made from scratch. While that's cooling he starts on dinner; chicken breasts stuffed with broccoli and cheese, rice pilaf, a little more steamed broccoli in case what's in the chicken isn't enough.

He has to tell Kairos that he's going back to his world, just long enough to get things in order and talk to Duncan, but he's not sure how long that will be.

After it's over, though, this is where he plans to return to.

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[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Well. The last door took ten years to find. Maybe there's another way, but if there is, I don't know it. But then, I'm sure there's not a lot of people sharing the news if there's a portal to another world. He doesn't have a PINpoint, so we'd have to rely exclusively on doors." The thought of his world's demons infiltrating hers sort of terrifies her, to be honest.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I got a PINpoint, but I'm still trying to figure it out." He sighs. "I'm sorry..." Because he knows what it's like to lose a friend.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She smiles at him. "Look on the internet. You can use my laptop if you want. They've got instructions on nearly everything." She takes a swallow of Pepsi. "Thanks. But why are you sorry? Savitar's still alive, and he'll turn up again sometime. He promised. But until then, I'll keep hoping and praying for his safety." Not necessarily that he'll return to her, but that he stays safe. She feels the same about Phil; and Connor as well, when he leaves in the morning.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I've got a manual, but..." He shrugs. "I guess I'm behind on technology in general." He sips water, and pokes his food around a little more. "He's alive, but he's out of reach..." Like Duncan has been, for him.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"At least you don't freeze your technology. I have to stick to paper books because the Kindle my father got me for Christmas? It ended up in the freezer. Doesn't work anymore." She watches him for a moment. "Yeah, I guess he is. But not for long. The Nexus has it's way of giving you what you want." and then she just kinda smirks. "Or what you didn't know you wanted."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...What's a kindle?" He smirks a little. "If you want, I can check the freezer regularly for electronics."

The last part of her statement makes him look shy.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She rolls her eyes. "Please do. I lose more things that way."

And she looks pleased at that shy look. "Dinner has been very tasty, Connor."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He chuckles softly, looking flattered. "Thanks. Sorry if I'm distracting you from eating it." Not that he's doing all that great a job on it, either. "But... why the freezer?"

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head. "You're good. It's good to go slowly." She means food, really. "Dunno. Sometimes it's just accidental - I'll open the freezer, have something in my hand, sit it down, and forget I sat it down. Other times ..just don't know."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He manages a bite, though, since they're talking about eating. He does better when the conversation is light and silly. "You keep that up, there won't be room for food in there. Seen your computer lately?" He's just teasing, now.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

Her eyes get comically wide. "Oh no.. I thought it was in the living room.."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He gives a quiet snort of amusement, even though he knows she's too smart to take him seriously. "Just don't put anything of mine in the freezer?"

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She cuts her eyes at him. "...Holy crap, you found the inner sleeve I was making for your sword?" All wide-eyed innocence.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...You mean a scabbard?" He's amused.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"...Is that what they're called?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Scabbard, sheath, Saya..." He shrugs, but he seems ready to slip into some kind of teacher mode. "Mine's had a few, I don't even use the one I got it with, anymore, but then, it's not the original blade, either." He gives a quiet, wistful sigh over that.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"I see. I expect that after so many years, it'd be pretty hard to keep the original blade and sheath."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I still had Ramirez's until... until a while ago..." Fifteen years ago, like everything else. Losing the people hurt most, but he also had a collection of artifacts and memorabilia collected over the course of his life that was lost in the explosion that killed Rachel.
"But leather only lasts so long, even when it's hardened and treated, and my katana is a lot older than I am."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"And lifetimes older than me." she comments. "It's ... so odd, Connor, to look at you and know that you're not just a little older than I am." Kairos pauses. "Is it weird for you, to be attracted to someone so much younger?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Connor nods a little, smiling faintly. The katana is probably at least twice as old as he is, and Ramirez was more than that. Immortals get used to the age gaps, eventually.

"Not... really, no." He looks awkward. "I guess I'm used to it by now. The only women I've ever loved who were my own age was back before I knew what I was. I don't... I've only ever been with one immortal woman." There's something about his expression there, mild distaste, maybe. Obviously she wasn't one of the great loves of his life.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"It's more an issue of who they are, instead of how old they may or not be." She understands that. Kairos hasn't ever had a relationship with someone her own age before.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He nods, and smiles, watching her. "As long as you don't mind that I'm a grouchy old man." And he is, sometimes. She's been bringing out the best in him, but he can be cantankerous.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Not at all. I can always bling out your walker when you decide you need one."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "As long as you leave room for a scabbard on it. I don't go anywhere without my sword." It's easier to laugh about these things when he knows he'll never need one...

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Sure. 'Property of Connor MacLeod', right along the length of it, in diamonds." She rolls her eyes with a little grin. "I bet you're very 'get offa my lawn' before you have your coffee and bran muffin in the morning." Well, just a little cranky. It's not like she's never seen him before noon.