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[hairlocked]

You aren't going to shoot me in here. This is your home.

[ But he steps forward despite the open threat, reaching his hands to Ray's shoulders and patting them, then bringing his hands down to his elbows, tilting them up, forcing him to correct his posture. ]

Put some energy into it, some confidence. You can smoulder. [ He narrowed his eyes right back. ] Stand up straight.

[kickem]

[He's tensing up the moment he sees hands moving towards him, and doesn't relax even as the touching comes. Not at all comfortable with this right now, thank you very much.]

Hands off, asshole.

[On the plus side, his defence is to try and go alpha, straightening up anyway and chest puffing out. Stand tall, show 'em who's boss.]

[hairlocked]

Yeah. Yes, that's more like it.

[ Because Leoben is right there waiting for him when he straightens up, and they're eye to eye, and he breaks into a slow, confident smile, and lifts both his hands back up into the air in mock surrender. ]

I knew you could do it. Hands off, see?

[ And yet. And yet he leans in and pecks Ray's lips in a kiss, and then ducks back, putting his dukes up defensively, daring him with a quirk of his eyebrows. ]

So why did she leave you?

[kickem]

[Oh, the hands off was great. It's just a shame it had to be ruined by lips that have Ray jerking his head back defensively. Ew, gross, kisses. At least it's from a good looking guy...

He'd complain about it but then there's that question and Ray's not even thinking, doesn't even notice his fist suddenly hurtling towards Leoben's face.]

Fuck you!

[hairlocked]

[ Leoben is quick - very quick - and that means quick enough that he can see Ray coming and deliberately lower his defense, dropping his hands down from where he's protecting his face and letting him catch him hard across the jaw.

And down he goes, wham, staggering sidewards and catching himself on the closet door. Split lip, his blood up, that dangerous flicker of light in his eyes. He thrives on the violence in some ways. It means he touched a nerve, and he's died enough times to know. ]

I knew all that muscle wasn't just for show.

[kickem]

[Ray can't help but think Leoben practically walked into that punch. He's done enough boxing to spot when defences are lowered and that very much looked like the case. Freak.]

You don't get to talk about her.

[Trying to be somewhat intimidating while standing there in his underwear. So scurey.]

[hairlocked]

Or go near her. I know the deal.

[ He is very intimidating. Spry and young and human. Leoben admires him from the floor, admires all the power in that punch, nurses his jaw gently with his left hand, and then reaches it out toward Ray in the universal gesture of 'you hit me now you get to help me up, please?' ]

I wanted to know how much. Now I know.

[ How much what? ]

[kickem]

[Exactly the question Ray's wondering.]

How much what...?

[This guy makes basically no sense ever. But at least Ray's gentlemanly enough to grasp for that offered hand and tug with his body weight to try and get Leo back on his feet.]

[hairlocked]

[ He holds tight and pushes upward with his body weight, wrapping him up in another rough hug once he's on his feet and scratching his own stubble against Ray's as he answers right into his ear. ]

How much you love her. Hitting's the best way to find out. I used to care about someone like that. [ The briefest flicker of consideration. ] She died.

[kickem]

[Ugh, enough with the hugging, especially when Ray has got so much skin exposed. Just going to try and pry Leoben off.]

Yeah, well, I guess it's hard to find chicks that'll like to 150k these days, huh?

[hairlocked]

[ He lets himself be pried away, and then goes to sit nice and obediently on the end of the bed. ]

She went with someone else. We had the Earth, but there wasn't anything resembling civilization for 145000 years.

[ Sad robot smile. ]

I saw her sometimes, in the faces of strangers.

[kickem]

Yeah. Women got a way of breaking hearts, huh?

[At least Ray didn't kidnap his lady for months on end.

He pauses, looks down almost awkwardly and then decides;]

I should go take a shower. Uh. If you wanna grab a coffee or something you can. Just don't touch anythin' else.

[hairlocked]

[ Only because he didn't think of it!

Leoben brightens slightly, and nods up at Ray, because as weird as it is, it's almost as though he'd being treated as a human being, and he appreciates that no small amount. Not just a crazy person or a Cylon, and to be honest it's been one, the other or both since his conception. ]

I won't touch anything else.

[kickem]

Good.

[Crazy person he may be, but Ray's still not entirely buying the robot story anyway.

Shower time! Off he goes to the bathroom to freshen up, dragging his gun along with him and locking the door, because no he's not leaving his loaded gun laying around near the crazy guy, no matter how harmless he may seem.

It's only five minutes later that he's out again, padding back to his bedroom in his underwear and rummaging for clean clothing.]

[hairlocked]

[ Leoben makes himself at home again, swanning around the apartment, making two cups of coffee, going through all of Ray's kitchen drawers not for the first time. He comes back to the kitchen with both cups, sipping from his own and holding the other one in his free hand as Ray reemerges from the bathroom, hair still damp. ]

Coffee? I made it the way you like.

[ Creepy stalker Cylon is creepy. ]

[kickem]

[This guy is weird. Too weird. Weirder than Fraser which is really fucking weird.]

Uh.

[Peers at the coffee, takes the coffee, sniffs the coffee.]

How d'you know how I like it?

[I looks pretty spot on to how he likes it. Tastes like it too as Ray takes a tentative sip. Hopefully it's not poisoned.]

[hairlocked]

I listen.

[ He tilts his head, watching as Ray hesitantly sips the coffee, and returns to drinking his own, at least for a few seconds.

Then he says: ]

Of course, I might have poisoned it. That's what you're thinking. You're a police officer, it's your job to be suspicious.

[kickem]

[That word, poison, is enough to have Ray halting any further sipping. Even if he had been thinking it, Leo mentioning it makes it sound all the more suspicious.]

Yeah. And all you gotta do is poison me, get rid of the body and uh, take over my life or whatever. Your plan kinda sucks though, cause my life isn't so fun to take over.

[hairlocked]

[ Leoben grins, and steps closer again, taking Ray's cup and pouring half of it into his own, then pouring it back, offering it to him again. ]

I wouldn't kill you. Like I said, you're special. You're the archetype of form, the ideal of everything that we wanted to achieve.

Drink your coffee, Ray.

[ Patting him condescendingly on the cheek and turning away. ]

Then put on some clothes. I can't talk to you when you without them, it's distracting.

[kickem]

[Mixing the drinks is a convincing enough show, but Ray still takes another sniff of the returned drink before satisfying his caffeine urges with a heavy swig.]

Seriously, I'm no ideal anythin'. You're barkin' up the wrong ancestral tree.

[Tilting his head away after that pat, just in case another comes.]

[hairlocked]

[ How could you flinch away from him he's so pretty. ]

You're perfect. Believe me, Ray. You can't see beyond yourself, but you've been chosen; chosen by God. You'll see.

[ Leoben leaves him be with his coffee, only sipping his own again after Ray's taken a gulp and shuffling back into the main room. He makes himself comfortable on the couch waiting for him to get dressed, humming happily. ]

[kickem]

Yeahyeah.

[He drinks it like it's water, while wandering off back towards the bedroom.

Minutes later he returns, wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a Chicago Bulls t-shirt. Totally dressing to impress.]

So uh. You're tryin' to say that what you wanted to achieve after like uh, 150,000 years was a uh, skinny Polack with experimental hair, right? Cause maybe you need to set your standards a lil' higher next time.

[hairlocked]

[ Much better. Ray looks tidy, for him, and Leoben smiles and sinks a little further down into the couch, relaxing. ]

If you'd seen the first crossbreeds, you wouldn't be so dismissive. They were brave people that bred with those things. Brave, desperate people.

[ Seriously. ]

You're lucky you don't have their genetics. Then it might be fair to call it 'low standards'.

[kickem]

[His empty mug gets dumped into the kitchen sink, and then he joins Leoben at the couch, dropping into the space available while keep as far away as it'll allow.]

If you already gotta bunch of normal people, then uh, just keep it in the family, right? No need to go sleepin' with the low standards. It's bullshit.

[hairlocked]

You'd think so, wouldn't you? Except apparently the choice between a club wielding primordial man and a Cylon is a surprisingly difficult one.

But we managed, and here you are, widow's peak and everything.

[ He turned over, propping his chin on his arm on the back of the couch and staring across at Ray. ]