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[Barron: hit by the honesty bomb. He's sitting on his bed, writing in his diary journal.]

So, guys. I basically disappeared off the barge. [He pauses to scribble something out in the journal.] Which isn't that abnormal, but it was weird. I spent a while at home not remembering being here at all. My brother turned out to be a total asshole who was willing to turn us over to the Feds, so he got taken out by my other brother. Who then got all into my business and made the hot high school girl I was really into break up with me.

[Barron sighs, making a face.] It's not like I'm that much older than her, but whatever. It's a little ridiculous. I mean, even my Mom is getting together with a guy. Who's totally the head of a mob family, but what are you gonna do? [Barron shrugs.] It's not like the connections would do us any harm.

[He stops scribbling in his journal.] Then I was back here, remembering being here from before and the new stuff that I'd done at home. I guess I asked the Admiral if I could go home the right amount of times or something. [A pause.] It was better than being here, even with all the drama going down.

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[Barron almost feels bad about how embarrassed Prefect is looking. Almost. If not for the fact that he finds Prefect blushing kind of endearing. But then Prefect mentions the non-indirect business. And then it's Barron who's looking embarrassed, at anywhere but Prefect's face.]

Well, I suppose not. But they were floods. They don't really count. [The bottles on the bed don't seem to agree with that, but Barron decides that now is the perfect time to ignore them.]

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And this counts? [He frowns, now peering at Barron, because if they have been indirectly kissing on and off for months, then they might need to set up some ground rules for it.] Because, Comrade, as your warden, I am concerned that any kind of kissing could be detrimental to your rehabilitation.

[He frowns, and glances morosely towards the pile of bottles. No kissing. That's right. No kissing allowed, at all, ever.] Apart from maybe, like, platonic kissing, but we don't do that anyway. [Maybe they could start? No!] Are you sure the drinking thing counts?

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[Barron laughs, running his hands through his admittedly rather messy hair.] Detrimental to my rehabilitation? Prefect, we're probably the most functional warden and inmate here. We're doing awesome. You don't have to worry about setbacks.

[Barron considers the platonic kissing. It's not really his thing.] Yeah, I can't see the platonic kissing working out. And the drinking thing probably doesn't count. I was just joking.

[The truth! Gasp.]

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[Okay, the laughing puts him at ease. Prefect smiles a little ruefully, as Barron runs his hands through his hair.] I know, Comrade, I know things are going well between us. I just really don't want to mess it up, because... it's about your future, you know? It's important.

No, I don't even really like non-platonic kissing, most of the time, so I don't know how this keeps happening. [It's kind of slimy and gross. Which is clearly why the floods are to blame.]

Uh, anyway, I think we should go back to talking about what you did while you were at home...

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It is important. Going home really put that in focus. [More or less. As soon as Barron had gotten on the barge, he'd been quite distracted from everything that had happened.]

It's the Admiral, man. The Admiral does it because he's into it. It's the only logical conclusion. [Barron looks to the ceiling.] We kissed! Admiral, are you happy?

[The ceiling doesn't reply, so Barron looks back to Prefect.] Home, yeah. I guess we should talk about that.

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Yeah, I guess it must have done. [Prefect paused, very briefly, before deciding to set aside talk of their kissing, and go straight to talking about Barron's home.] All right, Comrade... If you could control the world, and everything in it, what would you want things to be like back at home right now? What would everyone else be doing, and what would you be doing?

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[Having picked up the last of the bottles on the floor, Barron decided that it was high time to find some new ones. This conversation had gotten really serious really fast.]

Well, that's not gonna happen. So I don't know how much good talking about it would do. [Barron paused, for drama.] I suppose that it's the kind of thing I might talk about after a drink though.

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[It's serious Warden business or thinking about kissing. Prefect chooses serious Warden business.]

Perhaps you could tell me over breakfast? [He suggests, as an alternative] And we'll get a drink a little bit later, so that neither of us are sick?

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[Barron considers breakfast. Since it's a precursor to drinking, he's fairly okay with it.]

Alright. You sir, have got yourself a deal. [He pauses, looking down at himself.] We're presentable enough for the dining hall, aren't we?

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[Prefect shoots Barron a grand and happy smile!]

I think we are! Shall we go? [He shifts up to his feet, casts an eye around briefly before deciding that he can not be bothered trying to track down his ever escaping shoes, and goes to hold open the door for Barron.]

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[Barron looks at Prefect's bare feet and then his own. Does he care? Nope. It's still too early in the morning and he's still too hung over.]

Let's go. [Barron cruises out the door, not even bothering to smooth down his hair.] I need coffee and some form of meat.

[Time to start reassuring himself of his masculinity!]