Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Hurley wasn't really throwing a 'party', per se. If it was a party, it'd be a 'let's stay inside and away from the creepy monsters' party. But really, it was just Hurley making waffles in the fifth floor common room, with the TV showing some roller derby movie.

He'd happily give waffles to anyone. Waffles were best shared, after all. And on a week like this... everybody deserved something nice. Waffles were what Hurley had to give, that night.

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Now Ino was giving him the 'are you an idiot' look.

"Seriously?"

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"Yay waffles?" he countered, his expression apologetic. He honestly was just trying to be funny and disarming.

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She snorted, almost a snicker.

"Yay waffles. What did you and Hoshi do while hangin'?"

Because questions meant she wasn't brooding.

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"Watched a movie, played with Porthos. Just, you know, friend stuff," Hurley said, pouring the new batter into the waffle iron and shutting it. "Don't let your imagination get away with you."

He was totally blushing a little.

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"Uh huh," she said, arching one brow. "Just friend stuff, I bet."

Ino was, possibly, the pot calling the kettle black here. All things considered.

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"Dude, I know that ship isn't sailing anywhere," Hurley said, putting up his hands. "Besides, we both graduate and then she probably goes off to the future."

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"Annnd different worlds have stopped other people how?"

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"I dunno. Distance relationships never seemed like a good idea to me. Hell, I've had trouble keeping up with my buddy Johnny from back home," Hurley said, shrugging. He then heard the waffle iron ding and he opened it up. He carefully extracted the waffle from the iron with a fork.

"You want powdered sugar or whipped cream on top?" he asked.

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"Powdered sugar--please." A beat. "Lots."

Suuugar.

"It's just a matter of communication and trust ain't it, though?"

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Hurley obliged, sprinkling it all over the waffle on a plate.

"Yeah, I guess. But I think that's more for... serious stuff, I guess?" He walked over, to hand her the plate and a fork. "And I'm definitely not ready for serious again."

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"You could just be friends and keep in contact," she pointed out as she took the plate and fork with a smiled thanks. "Unless you're planning to drop everyone like a hot rock come graduation."

In which case, if he was, Ino was going to throw the waffle, plate, and fork at him and stalk out of the room, yes.

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"Dude, who the hell would plan anything like that?" Hurley said.

He definitely wasn't planning on it.

"But yeah. I mean, she's not interested, like I said. Just... making that clear I guess."

He was fussing because he was interested, really.

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"Not interested in being friends?" Ino prodded. "Not interested in keeping in touch?"

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"Not interested in being more than friends," Hurley said. "Which is cool. I mean, yeah. Makes sense and stuff. So just friends is awesome."