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The hand that's not clutched in Eris' closes the door behind them as Daniel follows the goddess into his apartment. The place is empty except for his fish, and if they're surprised to see a beautiful blonde precede him into the living room, it's impossible to tell from their faces.

"Uh, this is my apartment...kitchen, living room, dining room of sorts...bathroom..." Daniel points out all the rooms as he speaks their name, then blushes faintly, pointing behind them. "And that would be my bedroom we just came out of, if it wasn't the bar instead."

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A slow smile creeps across her face, and her thumb rubs lightly over his cheek again, her hand still cupping the side of his face.

"Always."

"Good."

And Daniel kisses her. Sweet, tender. It's not a demand, but it's also not really a request. It's a statement to which she should feel free, but not obligated, to respond.

She sighs a little, and kisses him back, her hand slipping back into his hair. Sweet, yes, and tender, at least at first, although there's a hint somehow of the chaos she could cause in his life, if he let her.

After a moment, she pulls back, meeting his gaze. And then she leans in again, and kisses him again, and while it's still sweet and tender this time it's more than just a hint.

And Eris stops, and pulls back again, completely this time, shutting her eyes and covering them with her forearm, leaning back against the arm of the sofa.

"...I can see that life with you in it will never be boring." Because what else can a person say after being kissed like that? Daniel's smiling, slightly, and he puts an arm over the back of his couch. He's not quite touching her, really, but it's fairly obvious that he would if she wanted him to.

"I... I'm sorry, Daniel, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't be here, I'm sorry..."

She sighs again, a little, and sits up, scooting back on the couch, and takes his hand lightly, although her head is still ducked and her eyes are still closed.

"Silly, silly Eris."

Daniel goes still, blinking at her. "You're...what? Sorry? Don't..." He pauses, because he was going to say 'Don't be sorry', and that's a request sort of, and he's not going to do that. "...why are you sorry?"

He's clutching her hand perhaps a little more tightly than he ought.

She glances up at him, head still ducked down a little even now.

"Because I didn't realize that maybe I'm not quite ready for you. I like you more than I should, Daniel."

Wow. It actually is possible to feel your heart skip a beat. "..oh. And...it's bad that you like me?"

"I... I don't know, to be honest. It's... not really something I'm used to having to think about, really, and somehow I really don't want to go find Dad and ask his advice. He always mucked things up with mortals, even when Mom didn't find out."

She sighs, and sits back again, shoving her hair out of her eyes with her free hand.

"You deserve better than that, 's all."

Daniel nods thoughtfully. "OK. Eris...my wife was a gift. The elders of her tribe gave her to me because they thought I was a God. I played along because I was worried about what they might do to her if they thought she'd displeased me. I didn't exactly wine and dine her. I don't know how to wine and dine. My ex, Sarah, she used to say that I was about as romantic as the dead bodies we dug up." Daniel grins sheepishly. "And that was one of the nicer ways she expressed it. I was always driven by my work...always, ever since my parents' deaths, all I could think about was learning more, being smarter than the others. I didn't...understand romance. I didn't want to. Even when I was married...it wasn't an easy life on Abydos, there was so much work to be done...there wasn't a whole lot of time for the hearts and flowers thing, y'know? So...the point of this, I guess, is that you're not alone in the not having to think about it thing. I have absolutely no idea how to go about this, and to be completely honest, it scares me like very few things have ever scared me in my life...but I think it's worth trying."

She watches him, quietly, and when he is finished she squeezes his hand lightly, and chooses her words carefully.

"... thank you for being honest with me, Daniel. I'd... like to try, but... I need to think about this. And... there are a few people I'd like to talk to, as well... like my brother... I just... we need time. I'm sorry, Daniel, I should... I should go." She leans over and kisses him softly, a brush of her lips against his.

"You'll find me again soon, my Daniel."

And she's gone, leaving the taste of apples on his lips, and the faintest sound of harps still in the air.

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