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WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Backdated last Tuesday night
WHERE: Zoe's apartment
WHAT: Can we talk?
WARNING: Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear

The apartment was dark, the only light on in Zoe's bedroom, her door closed. The place was too empty and quiet and she tried to convince herself that she wanted to be alone right now anyways. Zoe was in her jammies of PJ bottoms and a tank top and she sat on her messy bed with a book in her lap, only occasionally stopping to make notes. She was trying to keep her mind off things. She'd turned her phone off since the day before, since.. it happened. She didn't know what would be worse, hearing Greed's excuse or finding out she didn't have any messages from him at all. Both scenarios were pretty bad so she just left the blasted thing off.

Her morning with Patience had drained her and left her more confused and upset than ever. She tried hard to not let what he was saying get to her but she knew it did. And she couldn't even ask Greed about it because he was God knows where.. who cared, he wasn't here. She felt like an idiot.

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He had little leverage on her. He wanted to force a little on her just as insurance. As it was now he had more to lose, collateral damage if shit hit the fan too quickly. But where Josie had been used up until there was nothing left, he was curious to see where Zoe's feelings took her, she wouldnt dry up as fast. She was libel to stick around longer and Greed wanted to know what it was that was so special. If he was able to emulate it....

He pulled his leg out trying with the other as if he wasn't too big to get through the opening. Then he just went in head first, sliding half his body through, still just as stuck as before.

Zoe covered her face with her hands as he tried the same thing again at a different angle. He was like one of those mice that kept getting electrocuted but still wanted the cheese.

She quickly went over to him being stuck and wriggling around. She put a hand on his back, "Stop, stop.." and cracked the base of her palm against the stuck part of the window twice then pushed it up all the way so he could tumble in on the floor. Like typical New York things, to make it work, you had to show it tough love.

If Zoe could read his mind, she would have been so surprised. Greed had the biggest leverage on her without his sinly influence, by his real face and company. How much she valued him was the leverage he had.. but if he put no value on himself, it would be difficult to see that.

She winced and looked at him, reaching a hand down to help him up.

He slid on down to the floor face-planting while the rest of his body tumbled on top. He flopped over on his back after contorting himself out of the pretzel-shape he'd formed. Zoe's hand stuck out which he grabbed to get on his feet.

"Well that was fun," he brushed himself off having crumpled his nice jacket and tie. It had gotten him inside without blue and red lights flashing in his face.

With Greed that close and seeing him be his nutty self, she inwardly sighed. She wasn't getting away from him. And it wasn't like Patience had been saying about Josie trying to get away. Zoe simply didn't want to get away from Greed.

She gave him a look and put her hands on her hips, "Now what?" since he'd worked damn hard to get in. She had a strong feeling that he hadn't planned too far ahead.

He stretched his back, hearing a few vertebrae crack against the motion. "Ahhhhh, hi?" He scratched the back of his head not having planned where to go from there. She managed to counter any spell he'd thought to weave when she gave in without him trying.

Of course now that she had brought up Patience he was curious what had been said. "I forgot the whip cream." He teased.

She looked at him with a slightly wary look. This guy? This guy was the cruel evil monster that Patience was worried about?

The problem with having no one was she didn't have anyone to talk to about Greed. Everything that Patience had beat her up with.. she had no one to talk to about it. The person that made her feel better was Greed and he was the problem.

But she'd been bashed up by Patience twice, once at the eatery and then again at his house, she hadn't seen Greed.. she was so confused, so hurt but at the same time.. she stepped forward and put her arms around him, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she softly said, "Hi.." she needed a hug and there wasn't a line of people waiting to give her one.

The more he threw himself at this girl, the more he was hit with surprises. She never reacted how he'd expected, so the idea of abusing her with himself was cast off. Lust wanted him to be done, but he still stood going after his prize like the energizer bunny.

She dived in with her arms and it felt a little strange. Lust babied him sometimes, so did others when he pulled the corresponding mood and face. This was a whole new face, still a part of his overall, versatile nature.

"If you wanted whip cream that bad I passed a shop-and-go down the street."

Zoe scoffed a laugh still staying against him. Whereas Lust babied him to make him feel special, Zoe was doing quite the opposite. She'd taken a page from Greed's book, she wanted to be with him. So she did.

Her voice was a little muffled and very tired sounding, "I kinda never want to leave the apartment again." She sighed, "Instead of me promising I'll never drop your hand again, and you promising you'll never run off like that again, and both of us breaking those promises.. how about next time we get hungry we just order in?" she rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him with something broken in her eyes that she wanted to fix.