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Liam climbed out of bed. Holding the phone to his ear with one hand, the bartender began searching through his bedroom for some clean clothes. He needed to do laundry, but that would have to wait one more day. "Uhm..." He tried to multitask but it was not working too well. "There's a little diner on 3rd street at Mission. Does that sound alright?" he asked, and successfully found a pair of clean jeans that also made his a** look good. What luck.

Liam quickly calculated how long it would take him to get from his apartment to the diner, provided the buses were on time. "I need to take a shower, I smell like the club still," he said into the phone as he pulled open a drawer and riffled through it for a shirt that would make him look as good as those pants did. "So, more like an hour? If that's alright with you?" He hoped it would not put the other man off too much.

"Fantastic!" Liam enthused, and at the same time he picked up a shirt that he liked. "I will see you then, and I look forward to it." He really was. This was something he had waited for his entire adult life. All his dreams were coming true. He just hoped his enthusiasm did not scare off the other man, for it seemed he was less informed about their past lives than Liam was.

Liam showered as quickly as he could and pulled on the clothes he had picked out. Wiping the condensation off of the bathroom mirror with a towel, he looked at his face and hair. At least he'd managed to sleep pretty well the night before, so his face looked fine. The hair, on the other hand, needed to be brushed out and he hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should leave it down or pull it back. Eventually he decided that he didn't want to seem too casual, and pulled the long bleached locks back into a ponytail at the base of his neck.

The bartender grabbed his keys and wallet as he headed to the door and toed on a pair of worn sneakers. Did he have his bus pass? Yes. Cell phone? Check. And the door was locked. So he hurried down from his apartment and out onto the street, catching the first bus that pulled up to the stop.

He was at the diner twenty minutes later. Liam checked his watch as he approached the door, but because he had not looked at a clock when he woke up he had no idea how long it had been. He hoped he was not too late.

Liam pushed open the diner door, setting off a small bell that hung above so that his entrance was announced with a small tinkling. The young man's brown eyes searched through the small diner until they found the figure he was looking for. A grin spread across his face as he spotted Mikoto and began heading toward him.

"Hey," he said as he slid into his seat across from the other man. "Am I late? Sorry, I tried to get here as quickly as I could."

Liam smiled sympathetically. So this was all new to the other man. No wonder he seemed so shy and overwhelmed. "Sometimes I feel the same," he replied. There was so much he wanted to say to Mikoto, and so much that he wanted to ask, but he did not want to overwhelm the other man too much. Liam did not know what he would do if he scared the other man away. "Have you ordered yet?" he asked to keep their conversation casual, "I'm famished; haven't eaten since last night."

Because this was actually Liam's breakfast he ordered a cup of coffee and an egg salad sandwich with cole slaw on the side, even though the hamburger on the menu looked very appealing.

When Mikoto pulled out the notebook, Liam was at first curious, and then very much intrigued. "You wrote it down?" he asked, taking the notebook and opening it slowly. He had kept a journal since he was a child to keep him from confusing present day with the past, but none of the snippets in there were organized in any way. "Wow," he breathed, beginning to read through the first page. "This is... Is this... After Laeglas died?"

Liam looked up as the waitress returned with their food, and his eyes lit up. He really was starving, and he thanked the waitress as he pulled his plate closer to him and picked up his sandwich. He took a large bite out of it and chewed as he looked over the notebook.

Liam was quite interested in reading the whole thing, though he settled for the first page right now. These were things he had never seen, nor ever would see for himself. "If this all happened after Laeglas died, then I don't think I'll be of much help. I won't be able to remember any of it." But he was eager to know what his past lover had done after his death. What was his reaction to Laeglas' suicide? Then again, maybe he did not want to know.