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Harley is sitting cross-legged on a random Nexus couch today. She has found a pamphlet from the Pokémart and is looking through some of the Pokémon that could be adopted and trained.

She seems in a good mood today. Twirling her hair, as she reads the pamphlet. And there is a huge bag of caramel popcorn at her side.

"If you could have any kind of pet, what kind of animal or creature would you have?"

"What do you think qualifies as being a suitable pet owner?"

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Harley nods slightly. She understands that feeling very well. She was on a bloody team called Suicide Squad for that exact reason.

"I just started living. For real."

"Maybe you should do that, yourself?"

"Fuck if I even know what that looks like," Majima snorts. "You might have to teach me what this 'living for real' is all about."

"I can do that." Harley wraps her arms around him. Hugging him tightly. But not with her whole strength. Just enough that he knows that she cares.

Majima hesitates briefly before relaxing into the hug and wrapping his own arms around her. He's gotten more hugs during this time in the Nexus than he has in years. It's strange, but ... nice?

"How'd we go from talkin' pets to this, anyway?" he mumbles over her shoulder.

"I don't know about you... but I get distracted easily." She rubs his back a little. "Why? You complaining already, old man?"

"Who ya callin' old? I'm twenty-four!" he takes this opportunity to get revenge for that earlier move and gives her side a quick tickle.

She laughs at the tickling. "Oh dear... I am older than you. Does that make me a Cougar?"

"Only if you're lookin' to rob this cradle," Majima says as he tilts his head and shoulders back enough to look at her. "Judgin' from how cozy you're gettin', all signs point to 'yes.' An' we're talkin' big, flashing neon signs."

"Big neon signs sounds like how I usually broadcast my feelings."

Harley shrugs her shoulders slightly. "I like being cozy with ya, Majima."

"I kinda noticed. Like I said before, it's refreshin'." He sets his elbow on the back of the couch and props his head on his hand. His other arm slides to rest around her waist. "You just seein' how far you can scooch a toe over my professional boundaries, or what?"

"I ain't playing any games Majima." Harley doesn't like games anymore.

"You need me to back off, just say so."

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Majima rubs his hand along his jaw thoughtfully, looking away for a moment. "Ya definitely turn my crank somethin' fierce, Harley-chan, but I'm worried 'bout things gettin' complicated real fast."

He snorts and rolls his eye. "Or is that just me findin' another excuse to not 'really live'?"

"It is an excuse..." Harley laughs softly.

She reaches out to turn his head, so he is looing at her again. "And I ain't looking for complicated. I can't get into something like that again."

"Shit, never that kinda complicated," Majima blurts, giving her waist a quick, reassuring squeeze. "Just ... 'don't wanna pull another person into the massive pile of bullshit that is my life' kinda complicated."

"I can handle any kind of bullshit your life has to offer."

"But if you ain't ready for that. I will still be your friend, Majima. No matter what happens." She grins again.

"I ain't sayin' ya can't, just that it ain't fair. Ya had enough dealin' with ... everything ya went through." He runs the flats of his knuckles along her cheek. "You deserve somethin' better after all that."

"Majima..." Harley takes a moment to reflect on his words. It means the world to her that he is worried about her deserving something better.

"What if it could be something better?"

"What, you really wanna stick it out for that 'something better'?" he arches an eyebrow. "'cause I ain't makin' any promises that 'better' is a guarantee in my future. I'm just cleanin' up as much'a the damage that's already been done before someone decides they've had enough of me bein' alive."

"I ain't asking for promises. I can't really handle promises right now."

"Besides, you do realize that in addition to protecting the other girls at the club, I am also invested in protecting you." Harley points out.

Harley slides off the couch, and then moves so she is leaning over him. She presses a kiss to his forehead. "You will figure it out, Majima."

Majima sighs and rests his hand on her shoulder when she leans in for the kiss. "Sorry to turn this into a big fuckin' thing, Harley-chan."

He pauses, then gives her shoulder a squeeze and looks her in the eye. "Oi, oi. You don't gotta use my family name. You can call me 'Goro' if ya want."

Harley shrugs. "Like I said, I am still going to be your friend."

"I can do that. Goro." She winks. Then she sets the bag of caramel popcorn in his lap. Before she turns to head back to her apartment.

"Thanks. Guess it's pretty obvious that's what I need right now," Majima says with a wry smile.

"Seeya at work, darlin'." He tosses a couple of pieces of caramel corn into his mouth and chews thoughtfully as he watches Harley leave.

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