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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[jumpthegun]

So, that's a good place for you, yeah?

[devoutish]

Sure. I've got no worries there.

[jumpthegun]

Good. Let me know how it goes, then. If you like her. [Because he'll back off immediately from her, at least for any semblance of romantic interest. He doesn't want to say, but he'll leave the rest of that comment there implied.]

[devoutish]

-- You're interested, yourself?

[jumpthegun]

[He's interested in pretty much every intelligent and interesting woman who gives him the time of day, Alfie. In some capacity.]

Not if you're interested.

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna tell you to keep your hands off, mate.

[jumpthegun]

Consider it my preference. I'd rather play wingman for you than have a go.

[Mainly because he's pretty sure Alfie is going to win 9 times out of 10 if Fiona is any indication.]

[devoutish]

"Wingman"?

[Wat.]

[jumpthegun]

[Right. Planes aren't... terribly big in Alfie's time, probably.]

I mean I'll support you if you're trying to pull. Help you, talk you up.

[devoutish]

["Trying to pull" isn't a familiar term either, but he gets the gist of that one.]

No, no; no need for that. Truthfully, right, I'm the more reluctant one. She showed interest from the start.

[jumpthegun]

[That's even more reason not to compete, as far as John's concerned.]

Then she's interested in you, and I'll let her have that for as long as she's interested.

[devoutish]

Noble man.

[jumpthegun]

Practical man. You're the bad boy. I'm the good boy. If she's interested in bad boys, that doesn't bode well for my chances.

[devoutish]

Usually that's the younger women - the ones who want to rebel against their fathers, make them angry. Very good for me when I was a younger man.

[jumpthegun]

I don't doubt it. The uniform helped when I was in the Army. Girls liked that. The jumpers are less sexy these days. Have to admit it.

Not to mention the unbathed hobo look here. But that's everyone's problem.

[devoutish]

No more six-continents Watson?

[jumpthegun]

We seem to have moved on from continents and onto different universes. I think I mentioned to you I wasn't dating for a good while before I got here, though? Sherlock kept me busy, and he doesn't like me being 'distracted.'

[And even John can agree that romance is a distraction. A very pleasant distraction.]

[devoutish]

He rules your personal life now, too? That's a bit much. That's more than a bit much.

[jumpthegun]

I'm joking, Alfie. [Only a little bit.] The work we were doing didn't mesh well with long-term relationships. I chose my priorities.

[And they'd always been with Sherlock.]

[devoutish]

[HE'S NOT CONVINCED, WATSON. But, for once, he's also not really in a mood to needle and nag.]

Well - I'll tell you how it goes.

[It's kind of nice, having someone to talk women with. It reminds him of home, a little, and god knows he can't talk to Royce about this kind of thing.

And then he switches topics abruptly, to something he'd been thinking about a few days earlier.]

When were you born? What year?

[jumpthegun]

[There's a pause because that's a very abrupt change.]

...1973. Why?

[devoutish]

[He does the math quickly, in his head.]

I'll be ninety-four when you're born, if I manage to live that long.

[If they manage to get out of here.]

Curious thing to think about.

[jumpthegun]

Should I start calling you grandfather?

[devoutish]

When your modern medicine gives me a robotic heart and lungs to help me live forever, I'll find you on the street at age six or seven and give you a shilling.

[jumpthegun]

A shilling doesn't get you very far in my day. Although, I suppose... hold onto a few from the 1920s. Those'll be worth a lot to coin collectors someday.