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Kingsley hadn’t forgotten what he’d promised Noah Warren. He had meant it, every word, but getting Warren Sr. to not be a complete ass about it had turned out to be a bit harder than anticipated. Luckily he did have Frank on his side. Sure Frank was mostly busy getting ready to become a father and looking after the startling pregnant Alice, but that didn’t mean the emotional support didn’t help. Always good to have a friend in your corner. 

In the end, he’d just gone over Warren Sr.’s head and told the DMLE liaison and recruitment staff that they needed more bodies in desks and anything he could do to help make that happen, he’d do. Did it make an enemy of a useful coworker? Maybe. But Warren Sr. had never run to the kitchens to get him pudding in the off-chance he’d be less miserable, so Warren Sr. could suck it.

“Okay, I won’t lie, it’s really weird having someone along in the mornings.” He told Noah as he wove through the crowd of people with practiced ease. “Do you want any tea? It’s only my first cuppa, I could always use another.”

So, instead of dancing with strangers and getting caught up in the moment, Vanja attempted to chat with as many people as possible in hopes to gather information. Noticing one fellow off in the corner by himself, Vanja tipped his head to the side and assessed the situation. The quiet ones always tended to have a bit more to say, if anyone bothered to ask. Making his way over, he slid up casually by the younger man, giving him space, but also making it quite obvious he had come over with purpose. “Now what is someone like yourself doing sulked in a corner when there are festivities to be had?”

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