Title: Second Time Around
Pairing: Karl Urban/Lawrence Makoare
Summary: Lawrence always drove Karl crazy, but that was part of his charm.
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The nicest part about having a rare day off while everyone else was working was that Karl could go to his usual pub for dinner at a decent hour and not have to worry about being interrupted by either his co-stars wanting to join him or the WETA crew dropping by for a raucous pint or three. Karl loved his friends, absolutely, and loved the close bond of brotherhood they'd all forged, but sometimes it was just nice to have some time to himself.
"Thought I'd find you here."
Or maybe not. Karl jerked his head up from his plate with a confused frown. Lawrence was standing next to his table, casually dressed in his usual black jeans and black t-shirt, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, sunglasses on top of his head. He should have known that Lawrence would have found him, no matter where he was. Man had a sixth sense about Karl's whereabouts. It was a little uncanny. And sort of odd. "So you did."