"My employers were wondering that also." He tells him referring to the fact that he looked the same as he had ten years ago, with just more scars to add to his collection. He let go of the breath that he was unknowingly holding when Jon didn't seem repulsed as he reveled what he had been doing for the last year.

"So where are you going to take me on our first re-date?" He asked him with a grin which quickly vanished but a small half smile still graced his face that only someone who knew him really well would notice.

Jon smiled slightly, "Most bets are on really good plastic surgery and they all want to know who", he replied, shaking his head slightly. He made a mental not to call his agent later and tell him he was dropping out for good this time.

"Well I could always cook you dinner", he replied, half joking as he saw the half smile. Eliot had always been the chief of the two of them and Jon had always just got in the way in the kitchen. He knew Eliot had never been one to smile much and to see the smile on face made him feel hopeful that this might work out.

"Okay, sure." He said with a grin, thinking how bad could it be? He was sure that Jon couldn't be that bad of a chef could he? Especially since had offered to cook. He took a step back. "When and where?" He asked, thinking about what he had on for the rest of the week he really wanted to be free for when Jon wanted to do this.

He tucked his daggers away as he waited patiently for Jon's answer, he didn't have much on for the rest of the week just meeting up with some old friends who were still at camp.

Jonathan thought for a moment. If he was to do things the way he wanted, he would need a few days to confuse the paparazzi into thinking he was stay elsewhere. He knew he needed new clothes if he was to live here comfortably and new a hotel near a shopping centre he could pretend he was staying at. He would just need to let himself be seen there a few times first and bribe the staff to keep his secret. He hoped he could pull off making a meal with out stuffing things up though. Jonathan found himself lost in Eliot's eyes as he thought, he had always loved the shade of blue.

Once he worked out his plans and worked out how long it would take him to get the paparazzi confused he spoke again, "it's Tuesday now right...by Friday or Saturday night should work. My apartment? We can be alone that way?", he replied, justing hoping he could keep the paparazzi away. They where always to sneaky.

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"Sure, I should be free on both of those days." He tells him, pulling out his phone he held it out his old one had been destroyed when he had been on a mission he had always taken it when he had went on a mission in case Jonathan had tried to get into contact with him. It had been shattered when a bullet had hit his pocket continuing through his leg leaving him out of commission for two months. He had already put Jonathan's old number in there but didn't know if he had changed it, waiting for Jonathan to put the number in so that he could send him a text so that Jon would have his number.

"Put your number in and I'll text you so that you can have my number, maybe we can talk? Throughout the week?" He asked softly, he had missed the time when they had talked for hours about what ever came into their minds. "I mean if you want to that is I don't care either way." He tells him roughly, lying at the end of the sentence wanting to seem needy, he wasn't the needy one but at the moment he felt needy.
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Jon smiled, "It will give me sometime to sort a few things out then", he replied. He took Eliot's phone and started typing in the number which he had never changed. As much as Jon knew he probably should have he hadn't been able to bring himself to do it, just in case Eliot did try to call him. This excuse had gotten weak after awhile, even to himself but he still hadn't been able to do it. Jon's smile widened when his contact details came up on Eliot's phone, even though it was new. "It would appear you still have it", he replied. He wouldn't ask why cause he didn't want to admit why he had never changed it. Not just yet anyway.

"I would like that", he replied. He had missed talking to Eliot. "If you have time, I think I could use some training. It appears I have grown rusty. Thankfully my sword hasn't followed that trait", he replied. He hoped Eliot would say yes. He wanted more then anything to be able to spend more time with him after so long but he would not push it. "I will of course also need to get some decent clothes first though. Suit pants are not ideal for this place."

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"I have time if you really want to learn from me again." He said with a twinkling eyes, looking him up and down. "I have some sweats that you can borrow till you can buy some for yourself, they might be a little big but I'm sure it will work if you tie them tight enough." He tells him, a small smile played on his face at the admission that he still had his number glad that he hadn't changed the number even if he hadn't used it in a year. "You can always call me, my number is the same as it's always been."

"I'm over in the Ares cabin, come by any time you want. The door is always open for you." He tells him with a soft look before clearing his throat before taking a step back, he shook his head. He couldn't give in yet, or nothing would change, he couldn't go through that again he hoped that if they took longer to get back together it might help with them connecting so he wouldn't have to go the horrible loss of Jonathan again because he couldn't live through it again it had been hard enough the first time.

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"Of course I do, no one else ever had the patience for me", he replied, and I still love you, he finished in his head. He wasn't sure how Eliot would react after all he hadn't shown much love to him for the two years before he left. He had been distance at best for all that time. He thought about accepting the offer of the pants but he knew he would have to make a appearance somewhere if he had any hope making his plans work. "Thank you but I should be able to pick some up later anyway", he replied. Jon couldn't help but think about how many times he had almost done just that over the last year but he had thought that Eliot would not want to hear from him. Eliot was the one who had left after all. "In that case I still have it then and the same goes for you."

Jon tried not to read to much into what he said, especially after he noticed him step back. He ran a hand through his hair and meet Eliot's eyes. "I am not going to push you into anything Eliot", he replied, feeling the need to say it. "I hurt you once and that's the last thing I want to do again", he continued. If he was a stronger man he might have just left the moment he had known he was here so there was no chance of hurting this man but he wasn't that man and his heart still loved him more then anything. He would fight for that love and hopefully it would hurt neither of them in the end.

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"I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't you are very trying some times." He tells him with a grin relaxing after what Jonathan had said about trying not too hurt him and that he wouldn't push. The last time he had let Jonathan into his heart in a little amount of time and he had ended up being hurt in the end. "Yeah." He said before clearing his throat again. "Yes the numbers always been the same, I haven't changed it."

"Well okay then I should go, I have things to do." He didn't really want to leave but he couldn't keep standing here or he'd do something that he couldn't take back it had been too long since he had seen Jonathan, the proper Jonathan not the pale ghost of a man he had seen for the last two years, he wanted to kiss him or wrapping his arms around him never let him go again. "Ring me later for a time and place for our date or when you want to start training again, I don't want to let you run around without being up to defending yourself against anything that comes across your path."

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Jon laughed softly, "Hey in my defense I had never been much of a sporting person back then", he replied. Jon was glad when Eliot relaxed again. He had meant what he said, it didn't want to hurt him but is some ways he thought walking away would have hurt him anyway. Jonathan smiled, "No me either. Didn't think it would be fair on my sister to change it", he replied.

Jonathan didn't want to go. It had been too long since he had seen Eliot, he just wished things where the way they had been and he didn't have to hold back from kissing. That one kiss would have to last him until Eliot was ready and he didn't know how long that would take. "I should be going to. I have paparazzi to confuse. Sometimes I wonder why I used to enjoy this life", he replied. He was being honest to. Back when he had his siblings beside him he used to enjoy being a model, now things where just to complicated for him. "I am willing to start training when you have the time", he continued. "I appreciate that but I do have the upper hand anyway. Most people don't expect me to even know how to through a punch."

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"No it wouldn't be." He said with a nod, taking another few steps back. "No I can't see why you would like it." He tells him, he didn't like the fact that Jonathan was in the spotlight, it would encourage to many crazy people to fixate on Jonathan and he didn't know if he could protect him from them all not to mention the lack of privacy because of paparazzi and people always watching what ever Jonathan did, luckily by the time they had been dating Jonathan had been out of the spotlight and it wasn't as bad as it could have been if he was still in the spotlight.

"I have time for most of the rest of the week apart from when I'm going to see some old friends around camp. Did you want to start tomorrow? Around lunchtime? I should be free from then on to reteach you about how to do everything since you seem to have forgotten about everything that I have taught you." He tells him teasingly, with a grin knowing that he couldn't have forgotten everything if he didn't practice he probably just forgot some, he would teach him more this time because being in the spotlight it would make it more probable that he could run into trouble.

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"I need to get out of it again, there are two many questions being asked", he said. He knew he was being paranoid but he had recently felt like he had been being followed and he didn't want to mention anything about it. It was his problem to deal with and he would work it out.

"Tomorrow lunch time sounds great", he replied with a smile. "I look forward to it." Jonathan wanted nothing more then to wrap his arms around him and kiss him again and had taken a small step forward when he heard his phone ringing. "I'm sorry I really should take this but I will see you tomorrow", he said and quickly moved to get his phone, answering it just before it finished to talk to his agent.