Hey all, here is the next chapter for this fic. Okay, let me tell you that this chapter took me so long to write. I feel like I did an alright job, but I genuinely pray that you'll love it. I'm keeping this note short, so I hope you enjoy and please remember to review. Happy reading. x

All rights go to the owners of Criminal Minds, except for my original character.


Not Like This

Chapter Twenty-seven: Ask & You Shall Receive

February 7th, 2015

Saturday night came quickly and Jamie was in her room, giving herself a once-over in her mirror. Her eyes went to every part of her body, but at the end, she sighed and tugged it off, throwing a fourth dress onto the floor. She simply wanted to look nice, but that was looking like a challenge. There was no doubt in her mind that she was nervous. A majority of her emotions were variations of happiness; yet, her mind never let her forget about things that could possibly go wrong. For instance, they could get lost and end up in the forest somewhere, or the car could get a flat tire; but, the worst thought of all, was the thought that the night would crash and burn, ultimately ending Jamie and Spencer's newfound relationship.

Then again, Jamie was confident with the direction they were headed. Even though the two old flames had a rough start when she started on the team, they had no doubt grown, not only as people, but as something more; something that not even Jamie could put her finger on. Perhaps it was the nature of the job that caused their reconnection. After all, going through traumatic experiences leaves you vulnerable, but they had each other to lean on and graciously accepted that the other needed some form of comfort; whether they realized it or not. Jamie and Spencer still had a connection, there was no denying it. Sure, they were both stubborn at times and wouldn't out rightly admit to anything, but old feelings and emotions were being dug up. Their connection went beyond understanding, even their own and as time went by, the connection went deeper, despite the looming grey of their difficult past. Yet, coming back around, it felt like a fresh and pure reconnection of two old souls from another lifetime.

All these feelings, they scared Jamie a little bit. One thing that she wouldn't allow herself to do, was hurt Spencer, again.

No, she couldn't think negatively. If she did, her mind would be crowded with those type of thoughts all night. She brushed them away, willing them out of her mind. Standing in her underwear, Jamie looked down at the floor, as it was littered with clothes and had shoes thrown about. Jamie shook her head and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. It shouldn't be so damn hard to find something to wear for a night out. So, she gathered up the loose clothing items and threw them into her closet. "Out of sight, out of mind…" she thought, as she picked up her shoes and placed them in their respective spot in her room.

Jamie walked back to her closet, turned on the light inside so she could see better and pulled out her favorite black leather jacket. She adored this piece of clothing, because it went with the majority of her wardrobe and she always got compliments on it. When she bought it, the cashier at the store told her that it reminded him of a television show- or most of them these days, because black leather jackets are usually vital to a character's attire. Jamie laughed at the comment when she remembered it, but didn't think much of it. Walking to her dresser and pulling out the bottom drawer, she grabbed a dark pair of denim jeans and from her second drawer, a plain, white V-neck. She held up the articles of various fabric in her hands and nodded to herself in approval. Jamie was never one to be too fancy, unless formal attire was expected. She was comfortable in her basics and she knew it looked good, too.

After putting on her clothes, Jamie put on her makeup. It was minimal, but you could still tell that it was there. She did her hair, her long, brown locks falling down over her shoulders and down her back. Giving herself one more look in the mirror and approving, her phone buzzed on her nightstand by her bed.

From: S. Reid

6:48 P.M.: I'm about 10 minutes out. See you soon.

Jamie placed her phone in her back pocket and walked back to her messy closet. Her eyes wandered down to her shoes and her hands reached out, picking up a pair of black boots. She slid her feet into the boots and she zipped up the sides, then made her way to her full-length mirror, giving herself another once-over. Her hands smoothed down her shirt and down her thighs, then she put on her jacket and a tiny grin made itself appear on her face.

Jamie stared at herself, "Don't screw this up…"

Sighing, more out of nerves than anything else, Jamie turned off the bedroom light and went down the stairs to her kitchen. She was halfway into her kitchen when her doorbell rang. Jamie stopped for a moment and twisted her body around. Her eyebrows knit in confusion for a second, but then her feet carried her towards the large front door. She looked out the peephole and rolled her eyes at herself for being so suspicious. When she opened it, her face lit up with a bright smile and met a similar, shyer smile on Spencer's face.

"Hi," he spoke first.

"Hey, come in," Jamie told him, motioning into her home with her left hand, while her right held the door. When he was inside, she shut the door and before she could completely turn around, Spencer stepped forward and placed a small kiss on her cheek.

"You look really great," he told her, keeping his eyes on her.

Jamie couldn't help but blush, "Thank you," she smiled and cast her eyes down at her feet. "You look really nice, too," she returned, eyes meeting back up with Spencer.

There was a silence that entered the room as the two stood by the door. Jamie let out a small, breathy laugh, "I was just about to get my purse, but I'm ready to go if you are."

Spencer nodded quickly, "Yeah, I'm good, but take your time."

Jamie walked back into her kitchen and grabbed her purse from the counter. She opened it up and looked into it, seeing her keys, her badge, and her other necessities she kept in there at all times. "Okay…" she trailed as she walked back out, purse in hand. "I just need my keys and we're good to go."

"Heads up," Spencer said, tossing her keys in the air, which he grabbed from the key hook by the door.

Jamie caught them easily and sent him a smirk. The two walked out the door, Jamie locking it behind them as they went. They walked down the lengthy driveway to Spencer's car and before Jamie could put her hand anywhere near the door, he ran beside her, beating her to the door and opening it for her.

"Why, thank you," Jamie joked, all in good nature.

"You're very welcome," Spencer said, shutting her door and rounded the car to the driver's side. He started the car, put on his seat belt and began driving into town.

"So, where're we headed?" Jamie asked, turning her head towards the driver.

"Um, you know, I was thinking…"

Jamie waited for him to finish his sentence, then she realized, "You have no idea, do you?"

"No, not at all," Spencer claimed, eyes on the road, but a smile on his face.

"Well, I'm not expert, but I think food is in order."

"Say no more," Spencer told her, going through a green light, "I know the perfect place."


"A dive bar, Spencer?" Jamie stood next to Spencer outside of a bar called "The Smokehouse". The outside didn't look like much with its brick walls, small sign, and dirty windows. "Since when do you go to dive bars?"

Spencer laughed and walked up to the door of the establishment. He stopped before opening it, "What? You're telling me that you don't want to go in?"

Jamie scoffed in amusement and her face showed some sort of bemused confusion. She lightly shook her head, "Hell yeah, I want to go in!"

Spencer opened the door for her as the pair walked into the bar. The inside was dark and there was smoke lingering in the air. There were patrons scattered about, not clustered together. Jamie and Spencer found open seats at the bar and sat on the stools. Jamie was scanning the place, intrigued and a little wonderstruck at the fact that Spencer brought her there.

Spencer leaned closer to her, "Morgan brought me here before. It kind of grew on me, I guess."

Jamie smiled brightly, breaking the dark of the bar. "We've only been here like, less than ten minutes and I'm loving this!" she told him through the music in the building.

The bartender came up to them, "What can I get you guys?" he asked, wiping down a glass in his hands with a white towel.

Jamie turned to Spencer, silently asking him what he wanted, but he said, "I'm driving.". So, she turned back to the bartender and asked for a bottle of Samuel Adams. He cracked it open right there and handed Jamie the bottle. She thanked the bartender and put the bottle to her lips, drinking the beer. Before he could leave, Jamie asked for a food menu. "Hm, let's see," Jamie said, letting her eyes go over the menu. "Oh, definitely will be needing some cheese fries and mozzarella sticks, please."

"I'll have that right out for you guys," the bartender told them.

Jamie took another sip of her bear and turned around on her stool facing the open space. "This is so great," she said.

"I told you that you'd like it," Spencer replied, drinking on his bottle of Coke. "I'm really glad you decided to come out with me."

"Me, too. Honestly, I was so nervous earlier, but this is pretty much in my comfort zone."

"Here you go," the bartender told them from behind. He set down a basket of cheese fries and one full of mozzarella stick.

"Thank you," Jamie said, not waiting to dig into the food. She put the baskets between her and Spencer, the two enjoying their deep-fried foods. "Ugh, this is so good."

"Hopefully we're not called into the office tomorrow," Spencer noted, taking a bite of some fries.

"Oh, no, don't jinx us!" Jamie joked.

"Well, if we get called in tomorrow, I'll take the blame."

Jamie threw some fries into her mouth and wiped her finger on a napkin. "Did you ever think we'd be back here?" she asked, not thoroughly thinking.

"Here as in…where?" Spencer teased her, lifting one eyebrow.

"You know what I mean," Jamie said, nudging him on the shoulder. "Like, here we are in a dive bar, eating fries and drinking beer like we're twenty-one, again."

"But when's the last time you got to do something like this?" he wondered. "Our job demands so much, so this is probably a good thing."

Jamie put her hands up, "Okay, I agree. I'll just enjoy these carbs and live my life carefree tonight."

"Hey, how's your pool game these days?"

Jamie paused and let her eyes meet Spencer's, "Uh, probably pretty rusty."

"I bet you still hold the record for most games won in a night back at Fender's in Pasadena."

Jamie huffed a laugh, "I wouldn't argue with that one."

"Come on," Spencer told her, leaving his seat. "Let's see if you still got it."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Let's go," Spencer started walking to a free table, looking back at Jamie as he left the bar."

Jamie looked back down at the counter of the bar, eyeing her food. "What about my mozzarella sticks?" she whispered to herself. She got up from her seat, dusting her hands off on a clean napkin and grabbed another beer before walking over to Spencer. He was racking up the balls, putting them in order.

"Ooo, so those pool lessons I gave you stuck, huh?" Jamie teased.

"Maybe they'll be enough to beat you." Spencer handed her a pool stick with the chalk.

Jamie dropped her jaw in fake surprise, "I'm taking that as a challenge, you know. So, beware…"

Spencer pulled the rack away from the balls, "Ladies first," he said, standing back behind Jamie.

Jamie bent forward a little bit, lining her eyes with the cue and the first ball. She inhaled and on the exhale, she released the stick and hit the cue ball, which sent two solid balls into the bottom left and right pockets. She stood back up and looked over her shoulder at Spencer, "Maybe I still got it."


Last call came and went, but so did the time. Jamie and Spencer were too engulfed in the night, they never bothered to pay attention to the passing minutes. Spencer was right, the night was a good thing, because with their job demanding so much of their time, they didn't know when they would be able to go out like this again. With Spencer still sober and Jamie having only a few drinks in the beginning of the night, the two left the bar, walking back to Spencer's car and made their way back to Jamie's place.

"That is so not what happened!" Jamie shouted, stumbling through her front door in a fit of laughter.

"I beg to differ," Spencer replied. "I clearly remember you and your one friend, uh, oh jeez, what was her name?"

Jamie put her keys on the hook and shook off her jacket, "You mean Alex?"

"Yes!" Spencer exclaimed. "See? You know exactly what I'm talking about! You two left me and her boyfriend-"

"Erick," Jamie reminded him.

"Right, you left Erick and I in the diner, even when you knew we didn't have our wallets."

Jamie looked at Spencer, a cheesy smile on her face, but she tried to hide it by biting her bottom lip. She shook her head and put her hands on her hips, "What can I say? I was rebellious back then."

"We had to call Erick's mom, his mom out of all people, to come and save us."

"Good times," Jamie said, a little sentimental as she made her way into the living room. She plopped herself down on the couch and when she realized that Spencer wasn't following, she looked back at him, still standing by the door. "Are you going to come sit?"

Spencer hand his hands in his jacket pockets as he shrugged his shoulder. He was obviously thinking about the offer, but he was conflicted. Yes, the night had been fantastic and he wouldn't admit it out loud, but he didn't want it to end just yet. "You know, I think I should get going," he told her, contrary to his own desires.

Jamie turned fully on the couch, sitting herself back on her heels, "No, don't leave," she said in a whiny voice. "Stay, I'll make some coffee."

"Um-"

"And guess what? I just bought a brand-new bag of sugar last weekend. It hasn't even been opened yet…" Jamie started at him with hopeful eyes, silently praying that sugar would be a good enough bribe.

Spencer thought for a moment. He didn't know what it was, but he found that he couldn't say no to her. "Coffee sounds good, actually."

Jamie leaped from the couch with a grin on her face, "Yes! Okay, uh, just…make yourself at home," she told him, leaving for the kitchen.

Spencer did just that. He shrugged off his jacket, placing his phone and keys in one of the pockets before placing it along the back of her couch. Sitting on one of the end cushions, Spencer sat there, a tad nervous, even though everything was running smoothly. The guy still worked up the nerve some days to speak to Jamie, especially if it was not related to their work. Yet, he would often admit to himself that he was happy, enjoying her company, after not having it for so long. His gaze went around her living room, observing the neutral tones, his mind seeming to remind him that she had been sort of a minimalist. She had pictures on her walls and on the end tables, pictures of her family and friends, some who he even recognized. There was a vase of fresh flowers placed strategically on her mantel, right below her television.

"Okay, here we go," Jamie said, coming out of the kitchen with two mugs, pulling Spencer from his thoughts. She handed Spencer his mug and sat down beside him, crossing her legs under herself.

"I had so much fun tonight," she said, sipping carefully from the hot ceramic.

"I did, too."

Silence followed those words. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't relaxed. Despite spending most of the night together and seeing each other pretty much every day of the week, tension could still easily build a wall between the two.

"You know, I'm kind of curious…" Spencer admitted, eyes staring at the couch fabric. His statement wasn't too out of the blue, as he had been wondering since Jamie came back into his life.

"As are most human beings…"

Spencer chuckled, "What were you doing all that time?" The question was laced with a bit of humor, but it was all serious.

Jamie cleared her throat and wrapped her hands tighter around her mug. She knew what he was referring to, she just wasn't expecting him to ask in the moment. "Um, you know what? I'll tell you what you want to know, but all I ask is that you don't get too crazy with the questions."

"Fair enough," Spencer nodded.

"I mean, this is a lot…for the both of us. Heavy topic and all."

"Yeah, I know."

Setting her coffee down on the end table to her right, Jamie sat up straight and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, mentally and emotionally preparing herself, "What do you want to know first?"

"When you left California, where did you go?"

"Uh, I ended up going back to Arizona."

Spencer's eyebrows creased in slight confusion, "Did you go to your parents?"

Jamie nodded, eyes cast down. She was just about embarrassed by the fact she had run home to mommy and daddy. "Didn't really have another choice."

"Wow," Spencer huffed out, placing his mug on the end table opposite from Jamie, "You must've been really desperate."

Jamie's eyes shot up at the comment, "Really, Spencer?"

"Sorry, it's just that…you thought things were so bad with me, that you had to go back home."

"They weren't bad," she was quick to defend. "They were just…I wasn't ready to be as serious as we were getting."

"So, you got scared?"

Jamie shrugged, "In a sense, yeah."

"What about work? You said you were a part of the NCAVC?"

"Yep, I actually loved that job, despite sitting at a desk for almost twelve hours a day."

"What'd you do there?" Spencer wondered, authentically curious.

"I started off in an assistant position," Jamie explained, "You know getting coffee, answer phones, the good life. Soon after that my boss gave me a very generous recommendation to his boss, which allowed me to go higher up and I ended up with my own desk, my own assistant and more paperwork."

"Ever go out in the field for the job?"

"It was pretty rare for me to go out, but every now and again I did- when I was needed, that is. I was a part of the psychological aspect mostly."

"Guess that came in handy then," Spencer said. "What about before that? What kind of jobs did you work?"

"I had lots of small, odd jobs before I ever applied for the academy. I saved up enough money so that when I did- or if I got accepted, I would be able to afford the move."

"And how was the academy for you?" Spencer asked, a knowing smile on his face.

Jamie noticed it, "Oh, I know what you're thinking. Just because I wasn't the fastest or the most 'athletic' during college, doesn't mean I was the one at the back of the group."

Spencer raised his hands, "I was just asking," he laughed.

"Ugh, but seriously, I wanted nothing more to indulge in a pizza every day when I was there."

"I believe you," Spencer claimed, giving a small smile at the thought.

"But what about you? What has Spencer Reid been up to?" Jamie asked, leaning her chin on her arm that was propped up on the couch arm.

"Well," it took him a moment to think of something he deemed worthy. She was worth more than a single, vague answer in his mind; but his brain was stuck. "After you were gone, I threw myself into more schooling, joined the academy shortly after…been there ever since."

Jamie nodded her head slowly, accepting his words, yet still hoping for more. A smirk grew on her face, "Any girlfriends?" she asked, a playful tone.

Spencer went red in the face, "Uh, um, none that really stuck."

"Oh, come on, there has to be some woman whose worthy of Dr. Reid."

There was an internal battle erupting in Spencer. Should he tell her about one of his life's tragedies, or keep it hidden in the dark? "Her name was Maeve," he spoke, taking a deep breath in as he did. "Dr. Maeve Donovan. She, uh, we had been in contact for a while, then letters turned into phone calls…and the only time I ever saw her was…"

Jamie started intently at Spencer, waiting for him to finish. She could tell something was off by the way his eyes adverted around the room, and his voice had cracks in it. "Do I want to know?" she questioned, solemn.

"She was abducted by her stalker- a student of hers named Diane and when I tried to help her…she was shot…right in front of me."

"Oh my god," Jamie gasped, taking her head off her arm. Her eyes were wide, but her brows furrowed in etched seriousness. "I-I'm sorry." She didn't know what else to say. After all, what can you say when someone tells you their loved one died…let alone right in front of their eyes?

Spencer nodded his head, accepting her sympathy. He sniffled once, but shook off the emotion. "Thanks, but…you know, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"I know…"

Spencer cleared his throat, hoping to calm down from the slight buildup of sentiment, "What about you, though?"

"Huh, how much time do you have?" Jamie joked, fiddling with a loose thread on one of her throw pillows.

"I've got quite a bit of time." he replied, offering a faint smile.

"Let's see, there was Asher-"

"Asher?"

Jamie huffed a laugh, "Yes, his name was Asher. We met at a business dinner our parents were having, but that only lasted for about four months. He was such a jerk," she explained, shaking her head at some memories flowing through her. "Um, then there was Elijah. That one lasted almost a year."

"Why almost?"

"He just wasn't very…I guess you could say towards the end, he wasn't into the whole 'having one girlfriend' aspect of a relationship; but then, I met Andrew…" The way she dragged out the thought gave away more information than she initially wanted to let on.

"There's more to that story," Spencer claimed, adjusting himself on the couch.

Jamie sprinted her eyes at him, "Are you profiling me?" The question had the tone of comicalness, but it was all serious.

"It doesn't take a profiler to know that Andrew was different."

"Different, huh? What makes you say that?" Jamie wondered.

"For starters, the way your eyes glazed before you bought him up, or how slowly you spoke when you told me-"

Jamie's mouth dropped slightly, but in good humor, "You are profiling me!"

"Sometimes I can't help it."

Jamie ruffled her hair, scratching her scalp, "Yeah, well, maybe that's a story for another time?"

Spencer got the hint, the hint that she didn't want to discuss whoever this Andrew person was. "I'll hold you to that."

"I don't doubt it."

More silence filled the empty spaces around them. Now, it wasn't too stiff, but not quite content. Being able to sit and discuss the one thing that affected both of their lives was somewhat therapeutic. Of course, there were still many unanswered questions and question that weren't even a mere thought, yet.

"I was mad for a while," Spencer admitted. "I didn't understand and I still kind of don't, if I'm being honest with you."

Jamie didn't say anything. Instead, she took a pillow and held it over herself, waiting to see if he would say more. She knew he had the right to feel that way.

"I sat at home, in that apartment and I didn't know what to do," he continued, "but I knew that I couldn't sit around and feel sorry for myself. That's no way to live…"

"…I think the word 'sorry' has lost some of it's meaning between us." Jamie said, green eyes looking anywhere but the guy in front of her. "I could say it again, but the more I say it, it seems like it means nothing…like I don't even believe myself anymore."

"I told you I forgive you, though."

"Yeah, I know and I don't know why. We've been down this road, had this conversation a few times now and each time we do, it never seems to reassure me that you actually forgive me."

Spencer shrugged, "I do, just believe it."

Jamie licked her lips and sighed, "It's just going to take some more time, I suppose."

Spencer subtly looked at his watch, seeing the time read two-twenty-three. "I think I should get going, it's late."

Jamie nodded, not arguing with him, "Okay…"

The two stood up from the couch, stretching a little when they did. Jamie walked him over to the door, handing him his jacket from the back of the couch.

He took it from her, accepting it with some whispered thanks. Spencer checked his pockets, locating his belongings and walked closer towards the door, "So…thanks."

Jamie looked puzzled as she held the large door, "For what?"

"For being here," he told her. It was simple, but the meaning behind it was anything but simple.

"You're welcome…" she didn't know how to respond, except with the obvious reply out of respect.

Spencer turned to walk out the door, but he turned around before he was out of the house for good. He opened his mouth, forming words, but no sound was escaping.

"Are you alright?" Jamie asked.

"I just have one more question," he blurted out, "and it's something I've always wanted the answer to."

With a sudden declaration like that, Jamie wondered what storm would brew on her front porch. "…okay?"

"Did you ever regret it?" he questioned, the words coming out stern and fast, like the rest of his night hung on her answer.

Jamie closed her eyes and ran both of her hands on her face. She knew exactly what he was referring to and she knew she couldn't be short with him on this. "Spencer, believe me when I tell you that I regretted my choice the second I stepped foot on that bus to Arizona," she was looking his straight in his hazel eyes, not wavering one bit, "And I've regretted it ever since…but I don't regret where it led me."

Spencer returned her intense gaze and in one motion, like he couldn't help himself, he took Jaime into a hug. It was tight, like he had been longing for it. Jamie reciprocated the gesture all the same.

"You can stop being angry at yourself." he whispered in her ear.

Jamie didn't say anything or move in his hold, but a lone tear ran down from her right eye. She succeeded in wiping it away as they pulled apart. She smiled at him as he let himself out the door, walking down to his car. Closing the door, Jamie put her back to it, letting her weight lean into the entry and exhaled a breath that she had managed to trap within her chest. She wondered if there would ever be an explanation as to why he was so forgiving, especially when she didn't deserve to be forgiven. He told her to stop being angry at herself, but Jamie wondered to herself if that was even possible.

She let herself up and walked back around to the couch. Gathering up the mugs, she walked them to her kitchen sink, rinsing them. She went back out, turning off the light as she did and made her way up the stairs; but before she could get halfway up to her bedroom, there was a frantic knock on the door. Jamie looked down the stairs prior to taking the steps back towards the door. When she was on the ground floor, she took caution and looked through the peephole. What she saw- more like who she saw, confused her. She grabbed the doorknob, hesitating for a moment before pulling it open again. Her hand twisted the knob, opening the door once more and took in the sight of a panting Spencer on the other side. Their eyes met in the mix of the outside chill and the warmth from her home, settling for a minute, taking in what was in front of their eyes. Neither of them said a word, as Jamie swung the door open, silently giving Spencer the okay to go back inside.

She was worried, speculating if her answers to his questions from earlier had set him over the edge. It was a big deal, a heavy topic to talk about with one another, a topic that held a lot of emotion. Jamie closed the door, her back to Spencer for the time being. She could hear him breathing, like his heart was going a million-miles a minute. Her eyes met his once again, as she turned around to see him in full. Walking up to him took courage, her heart going a million-and-one-miles a minute. Her arms were crossed; she hoped it would give her some sense of security, that it wouldn't feel like he could see right through her.

Their eyes scanned one another, then it was like slow working gravity. Their faces coming closer to each other, hot breath could be felt and their breathing became more rapid. Lips grazed and hesitation was obvious, but it felt so familiar to the both of them. One was waiting for the other to move first and vice versa. As they stood there, Jamie unfolded her arms and placed her hands on both sides of Spencer's face. His skin was hot under her shaking hands, but they both wanted this, right? That's why it was happening?

In one smooth movement, Jamie moved, her lips meeting Spencer's in full. They lingered there for a moment after pulling apart, both pairs of eyes closed, their bodies feeling caught, frozen. Spencer opened his eyes first, then Jamie. Within the minute, it was like they couldn't hold back from one another. Their kiss was deep, their bodies twining together perfectly, like a match made in heaven. His hands were going down her back, while her hands were in his hair, reveling in the feeling. Their feet moved from the ground, as they walked backwards towards the stairs. It was a miracle they made their way up without incident. Jamie's bedroom door hit the wall behind it, causing a small hole in the wall, due to the force it was swung open with. It didn't matter, though, not in the moment, at least. The room was dark and cold, but Jamie and Spencer couldn't tell. It felt like they were making up for missing time, the way their hands grazed over one another, hungry for the touch.

As clothes were thrown on the floor and bodies hit the bed, neither Jamie, nor Spencer thought about anything else, other than that of their shared desire for the time being.


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