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 Wylie hadn't really been thinking about going out and doing anything today. He wasn't feeling that interesting. In fact, he was hoping for a mellow day, which is what he should have thought of before he decided to dress in his all out punk outfit, completely with done up mohawk and Chuck Taylors. That wasn't an uncommon outfit for him, but on occasion he liked to look more normal, especially when all he wanted was a good cup of coffee.

And cue more things that made this outing not normal. As he turned away from the counter, picking up his coffee, he saw a very, very familiar face sitting in the corner. Without hesitation he walked over, pulled out the chair, spun it around and sat with his legs straddling it, the back of the chair in front of him. "Hey," he smiled that devilishly charming look.

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Going to the coffee shop was usually an excuse for Johnny to try and do some reading. He had no idea why he couldn't read at home. Apparently it just seemed to go hand in hand with a coffee, and so most of the time he stayed in the shop to finish it. It was also an excuse to get out of his house when he wasn't working, the bar tender trying to occasionally remind himself what daylight was.

He looked up at the noise of the chair shifting, and that voice. It was a very, very familiar voice that sent a shiver rolling down his spine as he subconsciously flicked his tongue over his lips. "Hey," Johnny replied, his gaze looking over Wylie from his mohawk to the Chuck Taylors. "Wow... Almost don't recognise you with clothes on."

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"C'mon," he held out both hands to the side, a sly smirk on his lips, "how could you not recognize this?" He was kidding. Half the time he didn't recognize himself from day to day, so really it wasn't that big of a deal. Then again, he wasn't sure that Johnny had seen the 'normal' him yet. The term 'normal' to be used loosely. Maybe it was weird, but Wylie had almost no conscience when it came to this kind of thing and he absolutely had no shame.

"What are you up to? How you been?" Before any questions can be answered he leans in a little, "What color are your eyes?" He realizes how stupid that sounds, but c'mon, the only times they've ever seen each other involved being cloaked in darkness. He doesn't usually have time to pay attention to that kind of thing.

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Johnny blinked and then stilled under Wylie's scrutiny as his brain seemed to be stumped at the question before he just let out a chuckle and rubbed his hand over his hair. "Hazel, although now you just have me wondering. Like if I flunk the test, some trap door's gonna open and swallow me up. For the record though, you look good. It wasn't a bad lack of recognition," he assured the guy.

"I'm just here having coffee and reading. I worked late last night, so this is still pretty much the same day for me. I've been good. You, how have you been?" He looked at Wylie again, leaning forward as he tried to discern the colour of his eyes too. "Shit, of all the coffee joints, in all the world, huh?"

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He raised an eyebrow and leaned back again, taking a sip of his coffee. The cool and collected version of himself was seen during the day time and that's what he was getting. He wasn't bipolar, Wylie just had a tendency to be a bit.. eccentric. "Thanks," he smiled.

He wrinkled his nose at the comment about working. That reminded him, he really needed a job if he was going to stay in town. He noticed Johnny lean forward and he smile, "Light green." They were a harsh contrast against his unnaturally black hair. FIgured he may as well answer the question he hadn't said just yet. "Figured we'd run into each other eventually. You can walk here from my place... if you don't mind walking," he shrugged and took another drink of his coffee.

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"Light green..." Johnny murmured as he leaned back again and picked up his coffee with a smile to himself. He liked the contrast, and he found the fact that Wylie was a little unpredictable as a good thing. After all, wasn't the unexpected nature of this man the thing that had driven him crazy in the first place? He shifted in his seat tucked a napkin into his book before closing it over to focus on his coffee date.

"I'm used to walking. I only own a car for when my..." He cleared his throat and averted his gaze, not sure if he was supposed to spill this part of his life yet. He'd managed to keep it from his sometimes bed partner so far. "I have it for when my daughter's over. I walk to work, walk to here, walk everywhere most of the time."

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Wylie listened intently and when he cleared his throat and looked away he tilted his head to the side. Giving Johnny time to answer, he did finally get to hear the rest of that sentence. He mentioned a daughter and Wylie, in true form, smiled and nodded as if it was a totally normal thing for someone to say. "Daughter. How old is she?" he asked, genuine interest in his voice. He wasn't at all fishing for information. He just wanted to know.

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Again, Johnny stumbled a little when Wylie just seemed to take it all in his stride. It wasn't that guys - or girls - he'd laid seemed to have a problem with it. It was just he'd always tried to keep that part of his life separate from his daughter. Only here was Wylie in the daylight in a coffee shop, and here they were talking about her. "She's seven, her name is Alice. And and her mom kinda ripped each other to shreds by the end of our marriage. We've been separated a few years. I only get her every other weekend and sometimes in the holidays."

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Wylie kept his mouth shut, surprised to hear that much information out of him, but at the same time, he was glad he did. It wasn't like he'd been purposefully trying to avoid the man's life, but they'd agreed to just sex, so he was sticking with it. Unfortunately, Wylie wasn't good at subtle or at privacy, so he was nosey and curious. So, instead of commenting too heavily on the marriage part, he decided to go with the daughter thing. Wylie had enough of his own shit to dig up someone else's. "Seven is an adorable age for little girls. They start to get truly sassy then, too," he added with a smirk.

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Johnny himself hadn't even known where the sudden spilling of his guts had come from, but all of a sudden there was just a need to talk to Wylie now that they weren't preoccupied with their mouths doing other things. They could look at each other properly, get to know each other. He appreciated the conversation staying on his daughter even as he offered Wylie an apologetic smile for sharing all the other stuff. "Tell me about it. I swear she's soon going to be telling me exactly how to live my life soon enough. She came over the other weekend intent on trying to get me to quit smoking. She was going to stare me into going cold turkey. She's a great kid. Best thing I ever did."

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The apologetic smile was ignored. There was nothing to apologize for. He laughed when he heard what his daughter had been trying to do and he shook his head. "She's sounds like she's smart, too," he added, taking another sip of his coffee. He had no problem discussing Johnny's life. It didn't make him uncomfortable. It didn't really even make him feel like he was missing out on some big story. It just meant that there was more to him than mind blowing sex. He was relieved to hear that.

"I can imagine," he finally said in regards to Alice being the best thing he ever did. Wylie admired him. It was clear how much he loved his daughter and those kinds of relationships he wished he cold relate to. No time for that.

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Johnny regarded him quietly for a moment before he fished out his wallet and found the picture of Alice tucked inside. She was dressed as Bo Peep from Toy Story. He offered it to Wylie before he took another sip of his coffee. "She's a genius. Whatever they're doing to teach her at school, it works."

He tilted his head and smiled, this one warm. "What about you? How have you been?"

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Wylie took his wallet and examined the photo. He chuckled quietly to himself and then looked up Johnny again. "She's beautiful," he commented, a solemn expression. He admired him. It had to be hard being a divorced man with a kid he can't see all the time. Wylie handed his wallet back to him.

"Well," he replied. Short and sweet and to the point. What exactly was there to say? He wasn't working at the moment because he didn't have to. He didn't really have a way to explain it without going into detail about his life and that was not happening. The sob story of Wylie Kerns was not going to be displayed. "Not much goin' on," he summed it up there.

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"Thanks, man," Johnny replied as he tucked his wallet back away. It was definitely hard having to let her go every time he had her. Only he knew that nothing could be changed about it. His ex was always going to keep him at arm's length with their daughter. He just did the best he could when she was with him.

Johnny's eyebrow kicked up, and he wondered if there had to be more to what had been going on with Wylie than that, but apparently the other man wasn't suffering from verbal diarrhoea like he had been. "Fair enough."

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Wylie was a big talker. In fact, he was pretty blunt about everything except when it came to his personal life. He was pretty hush-hush about it. He preferred to do his own thing, not get to attached to anything or anyone since he moved often.

He knew he had issues, but he was sensible enough to keep other people out of it for their own mental health. No way in hell he was going to drag Johnny into this. He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, simultaneously reaching across the table to grab his book, "Whatcha reading?"

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Johnny ran his palm over his thigh, rubbing it over the worn denim as he just laughed a little. "A Clockwork Orange, as sadistic as that probably is. I've read it a few times, and it just never seems to get boring. Plus it's thin, so that's a bonus." He ran his thumb over his lip for a moment, looking at Wylie's cup. "How do you have your coffee?"

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"That's frightening," he laughed, turning the book over in his hand. Wylie liked to read and he would read more often if he had a place long enough to have a bookshelf to keep actual books. As it was, he didn't have any of those things.

Wylie glanced up, eyes narrowed when he asked about his preference in coffee. That was an awfully personal question given the nature of their relationship. He smirked, "black."

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"At least I was honest about it," Johnny commented with a grin. He was tempted to reach out to touch his hand against Wylie's but he didn't. Instead he just reached for his coffee again.

"No sugar?" Johnny couldn't help it, he just had to ask. Suddenly it felt like for all they'd been doing together, they really didn't know much about each other. The dangers of fuck buddies meeting outside designated hours.

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Wylie set the book back down in front of him and returned his hand to his cup. He was well aware of the nature of their relationship and it came with the territory that they didn't know anything about each other. Little accidental meetings like this were usually to blame for something shifting in the relationship.

"Nope," he shrugged, "sometimes cream, but usually not." He replied smoothly, eyes narrowed and watching him carefully as he brought his cup to his lips again. Wylie didn't have a problem remaining unattached to Johnny. He had never had that issue before, knowing how often he moved around. This time wouldn't be different... right?

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Johnny caught the stare and just gazed back steadily before he smiled just as he swallowed down the mouthful of coffee. "If we hadn't already fucked, I'd seriously be wondering what that look was about," he commented with a grin before he licked a little excess foam from his lips. He wasn't so manly as to only drink his coffee black when he was out. As far as he was concerned, it was a good excuse to have something different. "You don't give away much, do you?"

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Wylie grinned, something akin to the Cheshire cat's smile. He knew the look and he was met with an equally intense one. "You don't know what that look was for," he clarified, because it wasn't what he probably thought. In fact, it was much different than thinking about sex, even.

He relaxed back in his chair when Johnny moved on, asking another question. Wylie gave him a half shrug, "I guess that depends on the question being asked. I don't always have much to say and I sometimes choose to keep the answer to myself," he smiles and takes another sip of his coffee before tilting his head, "if you've got questions, go ahead and ask."

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Johnny should have maybe been unsettled by the grin but he wasn't. It only made him want to know more about Wylie, but that kind of defeated the purpose of their arrangement, so he pushed it away.

He gave a shake of his head. "No, no. That's not how this works, remember? We're not supposed to ask questions. In fact, if we follow our own guidelines we should probably be disappearing into that bathroom to debauch a public area."

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Wylie nods. He may as well know about him. He was probably going to leave soon anyway even though he's only been in his current apartment for about a month. No matter. Johnny didn't want to know anything, so he wouldn't tell him anything. Easy enough.

He did however suggest what they should be doing. He smiled and shook his head, "No, see that would be too easy. I'd rather make you work for it."

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Johnny cocked his head, not sure if he'd missed something. Wylie hadn't seemed like he wanted to reveal much even with the offer of questions, so Johnny had decided to take their conversation back to familiar waters. Now he was kicking himself for missing a signal.

Johnny grinned before he could stop himself and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "Work for it, huh? I'm assuming that's not just a euphemism for foreplay?"

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"Actually, I should have said I was going to make you wait for it," he corrected himself. "I had no intention of walking over here to get in your pants." He was serious about that. He didn't mean to get something started and even though that was te nature of their relationship, spontaneity wasn't part of his idea of booty call. There was no call involved.

"I'll let you get back to your book then." It was almost a question. He didn't quite ask though and instead Wylie stayed where he was, tensing to get up, but not quite moving. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for.

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Johnny gave a shake of his head. "No, don't leave." This time he did reach out to touch Wylie's hand, like he would have stopped him from getting up if the man had actually gotten up. "The book can wait. It's not like I don't know how it ends. I can wait for the sex... But this? I don't know, I'm not ready for it to end yet."