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Library, Sunday

Being himself this week meant Lee was a lot less rambunctious and a lot more calm during his library shift. He was still a little agitated for the fact that he'd lost something important but he wasn't taking that agitation out on the books or by running up and down the aisles.

No, later, he'd just punch a wall or something.

For now, he was paging through a catalog he'd requested on a whim, checking out a few different things and wondering if he could make it work. It was a complete whim and he still had no idea what he wanted to do after graduation but things were becoming a little clearer, at least.

And the catalog had pictures, if anything.

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"You found it," Lee repeated, doing a quick check of the jar and the heart to make sure there hadn't been any damage (little kid hands and clumsiness). "Where at?"

"I don't remember," Cal said in an attempt to maintain his innocence and, with it, his masculinity. "It was somewhere really random, but, it's like, hey, a jar. With a heart in it. It's the kind of thing you pick up when you see it and maybe try to find its owner."

"You found it and...you figured out it was mine?" Lee asked. "I have the look of someone who'd own something like this?"

"Well...no," Cal admitted. "Not really. It was kind of a lucky guess. I figured it...belonged to someone, and just started going down the list of students and, well...You know. Adama. Right up there on top."

Jesus, Cal thought to himself, why isn't it this easy lying to girls?

Edited 2009-03-22 22:29 (UTC)

"So, you were prepared to find every single student and ask them if this belonged to them?" Lee asked in disbelief. "You were that determined to get this back to its owner?"

"You ever hear," asked Cal, "of that story by Edgar Allan Poe, the one where the guy kills a man and hides his heart under the floor or something, and then goes crazy because all he can hear is it thumping in his head?"

"Vaguely," he quipped sarcastically and nodded. "This was your that for you, huh?"

Cal nodded a little back. "Exactly," he said. "Either that, or I figured it's the kind of thing that might be cursed if it stayed in the wrong hands for too long."

"It's kind of odd that you can't remember where you found this thing but you were like haunted by it," Lee decided, tilting his head at Cal. "At least it wasn't in some dumpster...unless it was and you were really determined."

"Dude," Cal pointed out, "you're a guy who keeps some paper heart in a jar. If you want to talk about odd."

"Dude, it was a Valentine's Day gift from my girlfriend," he said, frowning. "Frak yes, I'm keeping it."

"But why a jar?"

It would be so much easier to hide that crap from other people and pinchy pirates without the jar.

"Why not in a jar?" Lee asked, shrugging. "Seems as good a place to put it as any."

"Isn't it a little...cumbersome?"

He knew it had been when he was five and trying to run away with it, anyway.

"Well, you know, I'm not carrying it to classes with me or running marathons," he said, shrugging. "I think this means a little more than some chocolate candy or flowers. It's more personal."

"Not if you make the candy yourself," Cal pointed out because, hey, that was what he'd done.

"She's not the candy making type," Lee non-explained. "For a few reasons but mostly because she knows that wouldn't freak me out like this gift did, at first."

"Freak you out?"

"The way she packaged it," he said, snickering. "I thought it was a real heart, at first. She works in a clinic. It's a possibility."

There was a long, long pause.

"Dude; that's messed up."

But not as messed up as the fact that it sounded like Lee had a girlfriend that could probably best Claire at morbidity, and that was not fair.

"You honestly thought it could have been real?"

"Let's just say it wouldn't have surprised me that much," he said and laughed. "She likes to tease about cutting me open. Not like as a butcher but like a doctor."

Weren't they the same thing?

Cal was just going to stare a moment longer, trying to form words. He shook his head as if to shake them out but all he said was, "What?"

Quickly followed by, "Wait, no. Nevermind. Don't need to know that."

"It makes sense but yeah, I won't tell you," he promised, snickering. "It's affectionate, I promise."

There were a lot of words Cal could think of to describe it; affectionate wasn't one of them. He shook his head a little more before letting out a snort of a laugh.

"I'll have to take your word for it," he said. "Uh, enjoy having your jar back, I guess?"

"Thanks for bringing it back," Lee said, smiling at said jar. "But sorry that it haunted you and all. Sounds like it sucked."

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