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Jamie and Roy sit on either side of Keeley's dining table, as before. Roy's arms are folded tight over his chest defensively. Keeley's are folded angrily. Jamie is ragdoll relaxed. A year ago that would have driven Roy fucking mental, but now he knows it's just a put on attitude. Chances aren't bad with him that belligerently limp he could be even more nervous than Roy is.
They've been sitting here in tense silence for- fuck even knows. Roy and Jamie have apologized, they've handed over their small gifts of attrition, and now Keeley is letting them stew. As is her right, after what they pulled last week.
Finally she speaks. "I want to hear you beg."
Roy doesn't... really know how to do that - isn't really sure if he wants to learn either, come to it - but Jamie leaps right in. His fake nonchalant air evaporates off him in an instant and he leans forward over the table with hands clasped.
"Please, Keeley," he whines softly. "Please, we're so sorry, we'll do anything." Roy has a moment of surprise that Jamie has taken it upon himself to beg for both of them, but that too fades off in a blink.
Jamie goes on and on, and the longer he goes the stranger the tone of his voice turns. He sounds like- Well, he sure doesn't sound like no one's touching him. Unsubtly, Roy looks under the table to check if Keeley has her foot pressed into Jamie's lap. She doesn't.
When Roy sits back straight, Jamie has fallen mostly quiet again behind a bitten lip, and Keeley is looking with cool expectation at Roy. He shifts in his seat - uncomfortable in more than one way.
"Please," he rasps, and his voice too comes out like the situation is different. Or maybe just... a little further along. Jamie makes a small, cut-off noise in the back of his throat, then lets his head drop down between his still outstretched arms.
"Anything?" Keeley prompts pointedly.
"Anything," Roy agrees. She smirks and gets up.
"Well," she says leadingly. "Let's see what I can come up with."