//on the lonely rail

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[Oh look, it's a not-so-often seen Otacon. And today, he's walking down a hall and back towards his room with a small cardboard box in his arms. In typical Otacon fashion, the box is absolutely full of spare parts, wires, and scrap metal. By all appearances he's back to his old tricks and obviously has something in mind to put those bits and pieces to use.

[It was a shame he couldn't have carried a larger box; there was only so much extra stuff he could fit into his labcoat pockets when he already carried a tranquilizer pistol. Oh, well. Hopefully he could find that room full of parts again if he needed anything else.]

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James?

...th-thanks. For everything.

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[Liquid can't help it. He pulls Hal tightly against himself.]

[When did anyone ever thank him for anything? It was simply expected of him.]

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[Oh, that was nice. Otacon snuggled right against Liquid's chest with a smile.]

What'd I do to deserve someone like you?

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[Liquid's hand strokes through Hal's hair.]

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Anyone with common sense should have done that.

[He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly at the hand in his hair.]