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At hearing there were two more, Robert’s interest seemed to pique a bit. Hey, he did love cats. He watched as Summer lured them all out—or well most of them—and was impressed at the variety of breeds and colors. “So just four then? See, if this were me, I’d have more than four. But I try to keep a good limit. Though the temptation is unbelievable.” Robert continued to watch Summer, wanting to interact with the cats himself, but seeming to keep his distance, more to give the cats the chance to get used to him first before he even tried to pet them, at the very least.

“This is a limited space,” she pointed out. “A two bedroom apartment is already an extravagance for New York City without overcrowding what are essentially solitary animals.” Another few treats scattered about brought all the cats to her feet, and she pushed Helios back a little, then bodily picked him up just before he stole a treat right from under the tabby’s nose.

“Now Helios, you had your share, you fat greedy furball. Come say hi to Robert.” She half-held the limp heap of fur out to the actor. Helios fixed his blue eyes on Robert’s dark ones and stuck out a paw, just as Phoebe came up from behind and began to inspect his shoes.

Summer laughed. “You must be made of catnip. Here.” Without waiting for an answer, she unloaded Helios into his arms. “I’m going to go wash these scrapes. I’ll be right back.” She disappeared through a doorway half down the hall.

“I own two cats, so I wouldn’t deny that I might smell like catnip. Or other cats. That usually attracts attention.” Even with the action so sudden, Robert got a firm hold on Helios, his attention focused solely on the cat, before turning to the other at his feet for a moment. Unwilling to move, Robert stood there, using a hand to pet Helios as it was kind of hard for him to help himself. “I see why you’re a greedy furball. You seem bigger than the others.” Making sure Phoebe wasn’t in his walking path, Robert eventually made his way to the living area, Helios still in hand. “You know, I might just steal you away for a day or two.”

Helios snuggled up against Robert’s chest, blue eyes blinking sleepily and starting to purr. Phoebe circled around, waiting until Robert sat down before she leaped up next to him, peering inquisitively for a place to sit. The other two quartered the floor for more treats, ears pricking up alertly when Summer emerged from the bathroom.

“I see you’ve been has’d. Kitty has laid claim to you,” she commented, smiling. “He’s going to leave fur on your nice clothes.”

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Robert followed Summer without another word, though a smile emerged on his face at the snippet about his body guards. Thankfully, they didn’t follow him around all the time. Especially when he asked for a privacy day to himself. Her next comment about the condition of her apartment, after they had parked and locked the bikes, really didn’t phase him. If it weren’t for the fact he was out all the time, he probably would have one hell of a mess in his own house.

Upon peering inside the now open apartment, it didn’t take Robert long to locate two cats. And they caused the smile in his face to widen. “Are these the only two, or are there more hiding to make my day? Also, I’m not the least bit nuts. Well… Okay, maybe a little.”

“No, there’s two more. Kronos may refuse to put in an appearance; he and Doc are less social than Phoebe and Helios.” Summer crouched down and and snapped her fingers for Doc, who stopped in the doorway, sat down tidily, and began to wash a paw. “See? Bein’ a little shit, yes you are,” she cooed.

“I’ll cast summon cat and see if that works.” She picked up a crinkly bag and opened it, gaining the immediate attention of both cats in the room and the appearance of two more: a sleek grey and a brown tabby with mismatched green eyes. The seal-point cat slid off the loveseat with a thump, padding over on big fluffy paws and starting to investigate the floor by her feet.

She ruffled his fur and put a treat down in front of his nose. “This is Helios. He’s a ragdoll throwback. I showed you a picture of him on my phone, remember?” Another treat a foot away drew the grey kitty in closer. “This is Phoebe. She’s the oldest, and can be a bit cranky.” Summer pointed to the tortie, still shying away. “That’s Doc, whose full name is Doctor Isadora Turbokitten. She and Kronos are littermates.”

At hearing there were two more, Robert’s interest seemed to pique a bit. Hey, he did love cats. He watched as Summer lured them all out—or well most of them—and was impressed at the variety of breeds and colors. “So just four then? See, if this were me, I’d have more than four. But I try to keep a good limit. Though the temptation is unbelievable.” Robert continued to watch Summer, wanting to interact with the cats himself, but seeming to keep his distance, more to give the cats the chance to get used to him first before he even tried to pet them, at the very least.

“This is a limited space,” she pointed out. “A two bedroom apartment is already an extravagance for New York City without overcrowding what are essentially solitary animals.” Another few treats scattered about brought all the cats to her feet, and she pushed Helios back a little, then bodily picked him up just before he stole a treat right from under the tabby’s nose.

“Now Helios, you had your share, you fat greedy furball. Come say hi to Robert.” She half-held the limp heap of fur out to the actor. Helios fixed his blue eyes on Robert’s dark ones and stuck out a paw, just as Phoebe came up from behind and began to inspect his shoes.

Summer laughed. “You must be made of catnip. Here.” Without waiting for an answer, she unloaded Helios into his arms. “I’m going to go wash these scrapes. I’ll be right back.” She disappeared through a doorway half down the hall.

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“I’m really sorry.” Summer hung her head, fumbling at the handlebars of her bike to right it. Thoughtlessly, she wiped her hands on her skirt, then cursed. “Dammit. I just really suck today.” She blinked, and a tear rolled down her face. She swiped at it impatiently. “Maybe I better just … look, you want to just come over to my place and watch a movie?”

Hey, it could be worse. “I guess that’s something we could do. Even after I went through the trouble of actually getting a bike…” Not that it really bothered him. Worse things could have happened than that. Robert ran a hand through his hair, debating whether he should bring the bike back now or not. He could use it to get to her place, couldn’t he? Eh, he’d have to wait and see.

“No, it’s okay, you should ride it to my place.” Summer brushed her fingertips over the heel of one hand, dislodging some grit and wincing. “Does the fact that I have cats to adore you make up for my stupidity?” Once again she swung her leg over the bike, balancing on one foot while she waited for Robert to mount up.

“I never said what you did was stupid. But, you mentioned cats and now you’ve captured my attention.” Robert mounted his bike, pedaling a bit to arrive beside her. “Lead the way then, so I can meet these feline friends of yours, before my curiosity and need drives me nuts.”

“You’re already nuts,” she shot back, starting to grin. She led him to the southern edge of the park, and then another five blocks farther on, until they reached her apartment building. “Hope your bodyguards don’t come looking for you,” Summer teased, parking her bike and locking it up with swift efficiency.

She led the way upstairs, too, flicking through her keys one-handed and unlocking the door. “I wasn’t planning to have visitors, you know, so — please forgive the mess.” She pushed open the door.

One solid wall of the living room thus revealed was covered with shelves, which were, in turn, packed with books of all types and sizes. One case was all dvds and video games. A loveseat and a papasan chair took up another wall, and a complex entertainment system the third. Stacks of unshelved books littered the floor, among cables.

Down the short hallway could be seen the edge of a bed and an open, half-packed suitcase on the floor. A pair of dark ears emerged from the suitcase, followed by the rest of the small tortoiseshell cat, bounding down the hall. On the loveseat, a pale ball revealed itself to be another cat, fluffy and seal-pointed.

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“I know you didn’t, but I did.” Considering it was the best word he could think of, and he was trying to lighten the mood. “You’d have to be training for quite some time not to fall on your ass when falling off a bike. Makes you feel any better, I don’t fall correctly all the time.” What he didn’t mention was it wasn’t often. “Do I need to mention the injured ankle I got filming?” Course, right as he finished speaking, a laugh escaped him at Summer’s antics. Hey, she was only playing along with what he started.

“Would have been different if I’d fallen on my ass,” she muttered, looking at her hands again. She lifted her leg, flexing the knee, and winced slightly. “Well, I think I can keep going but maybe we better not ride all over after all. I’m sorry.” Gingerly, she put her hands down to push herself up. “Was there anything you wanted to do?”

After all the trouble he had gone through to get the bike. It really wasn’t any trouble, but this could have gone over differently. “… If I’m honest with you, I really didn’t give all this much thought. What with my mind on other things. So, I don’t really have any backup ideas.” That just sounded really sad. Maybe there was something he could think of on the draw. Sadly, nothing was really coming to him. “I don’t know if you had any other ideas, but it looks like I’m out.”

“I’m really sorry.” Summer hung her head, fumbling at the handlebars of her bike to right it. Thoughtlessly, she wiped her hands on her skirt, then cursed. “Dammit. I just really suck today.” She blinked, and a tear rolled down her face. She swiped at it impatiently. “Maybe I better just … look, you want to just come over to my place and watch a movie?”

Hey, it could be worse. “I guess that’s something we could do. Even after I went through the trouble of actually getting a bike…” Not that it really bothered him. Worse things could have happened than that. Robert ran a hand through his hair, debating whether he should bring the bike back now or not. He could use it to get to her place, couldn’t he? Eh, he’d have to wait and see.

“No, it’s okay, you should ride it to my place.” Summer brushed her fingertips over the heel of one hand, dislodging some grit and wincing. “Does the fact that I have cats to adore you make up for my stupidity?” Once again she swung her leg over the bike, balancing on one foot while she waited for Robert to mount up.

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“I know you didn’t, but I did.” Considering it was the best word he could think of, and he was trying to lighten the mood. “You’d have to be training for quite some time not to fall on your ass when falling off a bike. Makes you feel any better, I don’t fall correctly all the time.” What he didn’t mention was it wasn’t often. “Do I need to mention the injured ankle I got filming?” Course, right as he finished speaking, a laugh escaped him at Summer’s antics. Hey, she was only playing along with what he started.

“Would have been different if I’d fallen on my ass,” she muttered, looking at her hands again. She lifted her leg, flexing the knee, and winced slightly. “Well, I think I can keep going but maybe we better not ride all over after all. I’m sorry.” Gingerly, she put her hands down to push herself up. “Was there anything you wanted to do?”

After all the trouble he had gone through to get the bike. It really wasn’t any trouble, but this could have gone over differently. “… If I’m honest with you, I really didn’t give all this much thought. What with my mind on other things. So, I don’t really have any backup ideas.” That just sounded really sad. Maybe there was something he could think of on the draw. Sadly, nothing was really coming to him. “I don’t know if you had any other ideas, but it looks like I’m out.”

“I’m really sorry.” Summer hung her head, fumbling at the handlebars of her bike to right it. Thoughtlessly, she wiped her hands on her skirt, then cursed. “Dammit. I just really suck today.” She blinked, and a tear rolled down her face. She swiped at it impatiently. “Maybe I better just … look, you want to just come over to my place and watch a movie?”

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“I could beg,” she teased, biting at her lip and giving Robert big green eyes. He wasn’t going to make her go away. That could change, and she hated that her work precluded more than this afternoon. Relief made her a little giddy.

“I’m good at begging. Plee~ease, Robert, may I have a hug?” Summer wheedled, even though his arm was already around her shoulders. She lost the pout in a giggle at the look on his face and grabbed at his hand. “Come on, then. Just riding around.”

“You make it sound like I’m pushing you away entirely, or saying you can’t have a hug at all. What does this look like to you then?” With a free hand, he motioned to his other arm, clearly around her shoulders. “Or would you rather I do it this way?” With a split second decision, Robert put both arms around Summer, lifting her off the sidewalk a few inches before setting her back down and releasing her entirely. “I consider that more of a bear hug, and I don’t do them all that often. That a better hug, or what?”

His own actions caused him to chuckle as he scratched at the back of his head. He never got a chance to speak as Summer grabbed his hand, though he soon shook the shock from his face. “I’m assuming you know where to rent a bike then? I don’t have one in my back pocket unfortunately.”

Summer shrieked a smothered giggle when he picked her up. “Looks to me,” she told him, looking down, “like you just wanted your hands on me.” Utterly impudent now, in spite of the pink tingeing her cheekbones, she pulled him along. “I know exactly where. So come on!”

“I wanted my hands on you?” Robert shook his head, waving his hand absent-minded in the air. “You know, as well as I do, that you were the one who wanted your hands on me. Or, wanted me to put my hands on you. Either way.” It was a joke she made, but Robert couldn’t help himself. He usually tried to be the one with the last laugh as far as he was concerned. “Alright, alright, lead the way, just make sure not to pull my arm out of the socket while doing so. I kind of need it for my career.”

“I’ll put it back!” she protested. “But you aren’t the actor I think you are if you can’t get around the loss of an arm.” They didn’t have far to go, so she left her bike propped up while she led him to where they could see the bike rental place. Going behind him, Summer gave a little push. “Go on, I have to get mine back.”

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If Robert spoke his mind, he’d certainly mention that he wasn’t going to do that day to hang out today. But when Summer mentioned that she’d be gone the whole weekend, he had to make a compromise with himself. Clearly, he wouldn’t be going back to the meeting he had managed to escape from. They could manage without him. He’d get the important information later.

And now he was being demanded to give a hug. How… perfect.

“For the record, don’t demand things from me. Not unless you’re something who’s higher up in the workplace than me.” It was more to be a joke than anything, but it certainly sounded like he was being serious. He followed it up with the hug Summer wanted, pondering the next decision at hand. “… Or we could just ride around. No need to chase each other on them.”

“I could beg,” she teased, biting at her lip and giving Robert big green eyes. He wasn’t going to make her go away. That could change, and she hated that her work precluded more than this afternoon. Relief made her a little giddy.

“I’m good at begging. Plee~ease, Robert, may I have a hug?” Summer wheedled, even though his arm was already around her shoulders. She lost the pout in a giggle at the look on his face and grabbed at his hand. “Come on, then. Just riding around.”

“You make it sound like I’m pushing you away entirely, or saying you can’t have a hug at all. What does this look like to you then?” With a free hand, he motioned to his other arm, clearly around her shoulders. “Or would you rather I do it this way?” With a split second decision, Robert put both arms around Summer, lifting her off the sidewalk a few inches before setting her back down and releasing her entirely. “I consider that more of a bear hug, and I don’t do them all that often. That a better hug, or what?”

His own actions caused him to chuckle as he scratched at the back of his head. He never got a chance to speak as Summer grabbed his hand, though he soon shook the shock from his face. “I’m assuming you know where to rent a bike then? I don’t have one in my back pocket unfortunately.”

Summer shrieked a smothered giggle when he picked her up. “Looks to me,” she told him, looking down, “like you just wanted your hands on me.” Utterly impudent now, in spite of the pink tingeing her cheekbones, she pulled him along. “I know exactly where. So come on!”

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… She cheated? Okay, he didn’t expect that. In fact, his face turned to one of confusion for a moment, as he thought about it. But, the expression was wiped away moments later when it struck him that Summer wasn’t exactly perfectly human. He needed to remember that, as it kept slipping from his mind. “Meeting somewhere public really doesn’t bother me. I haven’t been ambushed by fans, and as long as it isn’t made public that I’m here… they won’t come in droves like they normally do.”

Her gaze had faltered from him; it was plain to see. Probably looking around for anyone who might be one of those ‘random’ fans, but seeing how the gaze was cast downward, away from him, but not far enough upwards to notice anyone even being there.  Typical.

“I’m fully aware that you’ve confessed all that you need to. I wasn’t expecting you to repeat yourself at all.” He wasn’t sure who was more shy here—himself  or Summer. You think after 48 years on the planet he would have this down by now. “Ah, right. If you think I’m going to let you down, right here in the middle of Central Park, you’re mistaken, though I fear that’s why you refuse to look at me. Yes, I took notice. Now, I think… I think there may be something here… between us. But, I can’t be exactly sure unless we give it time to… flourish. Suppose that’s the right word. I’ve seen you here and there, but that’s not always enough. Perhaps we could… spend a day together?”

Summer opened her mouth when he said it was okay that they were out in public, then closed it. It wasn’t fans she was thinking of, exactly. But he kept talking, and she had to swallow hard against the sudden access of hope flooding her veins. He wanted to give it time to flourish?

Robert wanted to spend the day with her. Forcing her voice to steady, she grinned. “I think we can manage that. Now? That would be best — I … I already have something I have to do this weekend. I have to leave in the morning, actually.” Was that how it was going to be? A few stolen hours, here and there, between his work and hers? Too soon, too soon by far to worry about that.

“Give me a hug, to start with,” Summer demanded, stepping right up to him, breathing in the smell of Robert. “I don’t have a spare bike, but we can go rent one. Chase each other through the park?”

If Robert spoke his mind, he’d certainly mention that he wasn’t going to do that day to hang out today. But when Summer mentioned that she’d be gone the whole weekend, he had to make a compromise with himself. Clearly, he wouldn’t be going back to the meeting he had managed to escape from. They could manage without him. He’d get the important information later.

And now he was being demanded to give a hug. How… perfect.

“For the record, don’t demand things from me. Not unless you’re something who’s higher up in the workplace than me.” It was more to be a joke than anything, but it certainly sounded like he was being serious. He followed it up with the hug Summer wanted, pondering the next decision at hand. “… Or we could just ride around. No need to chase each other on them.”

“I could beg,” she teased, biting at her lip and giving Robert big green eyes. He wasn’t going to make her go away. That could change, and she hated that her work precluded more than this afternoon. Relief made her a little giddy.

“I’m good at begging. Plee~ease, Robert, may I have a hug?” Summer wheedled, even though his arm was already around her shoulders. She lost the pout in a giggle at the look on his face and grabbed at his hand. “Come on, then. Just riding around.”

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He hadn’t been sitting long when Summer showed up before him. Oddly enough, he hadn’t remembered the ability she possessed, merely thinking that, perhaps, he picked a good spot to be seen. Either way, at least Robert hadn’t made her trek her way through the entire park.

He hoped.

“Nice to see you again Summer. Hopefully I didn’t make you go all over looking for me. Should have been a bit more specific in where I’d be waiting. Least you found me, and I wasn’t left hanging because of my own stupidity.” Rising from the bench, he put on a smile and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I assume we’ll be staying here to talk?”

She laughed. “I cheated.” It was so good to see him. Swinging off her bike, she hit the kickstand and took a step closer, angling for a hug. “We can stay here or go somewhere else. I don’t actually care.” She could feel the blood rising into her face. “I … I assumed you would want more privacy, but I guess this is — ” She looked around, half-checking for other people, but also avoiding his gaze. Avoiding what he might be able to see in hers.

Which was silly, since she’d already confessed, but even so. Part of her was utterly convinced he’d come here just to let her down gently, and after today she’d never … be able to be in his presence again. She didn’t want him to see that fear, or the aching hope that lived beneath it.

“Um, I don’t — I mean — I said all the things I needed to say already,” she said at last. “I’d just be repeating myself. Why don’t you go ahead and, and say what you came here to say, then?”

… She cheated? Okay, he didn’t expect that. In fact, his face turned to one of confusion for a moment, as he thought about it. But, the expression was wiped away moments later when it struck him that Summer wasn’t exactly perfectly human. He needed to remember that, as it kept slipping from his mind. “Meeting somewhere public really doesn’t bother me. I haven’t been ambushed by fans, and as long as it isn’t made public that I’m here… they won’t come in droves like they normally do.”

Her gaze had faltered from him; it was plain to see. Probably looking around for anyone who might be one of those ‘random’ fans, but seeing how the gaze was cast downward, away from him, but not far enough upwards to notice anyone even being there.  Typical.

“I’m fully aware that you’ve confessed all that you need to. I wasn’t expecting you to repeat yourself at all.” He wasn’t sure who was more shy here—himself  or Summer. You think after 48 years on the planet he would have this down by now. “Ah, right. If you think I’m going to let you down, right here in the middle of Central Park, you’re mistaken, though I fear that’s why you refuse to look at me. Yes, I took notice. Now, I think… I think there may be something here… between us. But, I can’t be exactly sure unless we give it time to… flourish. Suppose that’s the right word. I’ve seen you here and there, but that’s not always enough. Perhaps we could… spend a day together?”

Summer opened her mouth when he said it was okay that they were out in public, then closed it. It wasn’t fans she was thinking of, exactly. But he kept talking, and she had to swallow hard against the sudden access of hope flooding her veins. He wanted to give it time to flourish?

Robert wanted to spend the day with her. Forcing her voice to steady, she grinned. “I think we can manage that. Now? That would be best — I … I already have something I have to do this weekend. I have to leave in the morning, actually.” Was that how it was going to be? A few stolen hours, here and there, between his work and hers? Too soon, too soon by far to worry about that.

“Give me a hug, to start with,” Summer demanded, stepping right up to him, breathing in the smell of Robert. “I don’t have a spare bike, but we can go rent one. Chase each other through the park?”

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[left for him at the front desk of the hotel, in a plain envelope marked ‘Robert’]

Robert had gotten the letter before he had left LA and started his own trip to New York, taking the time to write on the plane, a note of his own, folding it up to resemble a little envelope itself. Now all he had to do was wait. And once the journey was over, Robert stepped off the plane, knowing exactly where he had to go to deliver it. [Lucky for him, he was stocked up well on people who could make a few calls around for him.] Before getting to his own hotel, Robert had them drop him off elsewhere and give him approximately five minutes to do what he needed.

it was a simple job even; Robert had found where Summer had been staying, taking the folding up note and writing her name on the front before placing it on the floor, and pushing it under the door. Smile on his face, Robert left the building without bothering to announce his presence, hopping into his escort vehicle and having them bring him to his final destination.

Sitting on the floor, just past the door where Robert had been previously standing, resting on the floor was his too-skilled-folded note, And within, it held the message that follows:

Summer-

This is completely informal, but you left me a note, so I’m doing the same. Due to the premiere, I’ll be booked up until the afternoon of the 30th. However, after I’ve done my duties of the day on the 30th, you can find me waiting for you in Central Park. On the west side, which seems to be closest to where I’m staying, and much easier for me to get to, and hopefully keep the press off my ass.

From there, we can find something to do away from prying eyes, and perhaps we can discuss the topic of our feelings. How’s that sound?

Come around 3:00PM. I’ll be waiting.

—Downey Junior

Two days, three … Summer had steadfastly avoided watching tv since she had come home. She’d tried steadfastly avoiding thinking of Robert at all, but that hadn’t worked in the least. The stack of unfinished books by her chair, and the state of her bicycle tires, could attest to that.

She hadn’t even been /in/ the apartment when he’d come by.

The folding of the note had reminded her, amusingly, of school-age efforts at origami, and how small a note could be folded before the teacher didn’t notice you passing it. (Turned out it didn’t have to be very small, if you kept passing tests.) The contents of the note had left her sitting abruptly in the chair, breathless with shock, hope, and fear.

A little more than a day. It didn’t leave very much time — she’d be completely, and inescapably, out of reach Thursday to Saturday.

I’ll be waiting.

Well, then, so would she. And whatever happened … it would be enough.

He had nearly forgotten. How the fuck had he done that? Well, if he pinned blame, he’d pin it on his business, and the fact that when he realized he was going to be late, he nearly went into a frenzy and excused himself from what he had been doing.

Not that he cared what they thought of him leaving so suddenly anyway.

By the time he reached the outskirts of Central Park, he was already out of breath, having to run numerous blocks, in-between people and traffic. Taking the time to walk, instead of run, Robert planted himself down on one of the benches, trying to catch his breath. Perhaps he should have just given Summer the address to where he was staying; that would have worked better, instead of chancing this encounter and hoping Summer happened to come around in the right place.

Probably should have gotten her phone number too. That would have worked equally as well.

Wouldn’t hurt to remain on the bench for now, he supposed.

The west side of Central Park. What had he been thinking? Well, he hadn’t been, really, Summer supposed, She huffed out a breath, looking up the length of the park, and decided to try to cheat. It couldn’t be that hard to find him, right, now that they’d met?

She treated it like wardriving, pedalling slowly along the paths with her mind half open, fumbling for a familiar sense. She hadn’t actually gone that far when he slid into her thoughts, like the first sprinkles of a rainshower. Following that feeling, she tracked it to a bench, and came to a stop in front of Robert.

“Hi.”