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About ten minutes ago, there was a young man who came down to the bar and received a note.

Currently, he's out at the stone wall, shooting at various bottles and cans.

His hands are shaking slightly.

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All facts which are finally sinking through the anger.

"Think we should save this for later then?"

Because really, there's no point in fighting with your brother if he's in too bad of shape to make it worthwhile.

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"[I'm sorry]" Connor mutters in Gaelic. He thumps his fist against Murphy's chest then sags against him.

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{"Rather go back inside, then? Or should we sit a while first, catch our breath again?"}

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"I don't want you tearin' the place down. We should stay out here a bit." Connor nodded. He hated that he really didn't have the stamina to fight. He'd sensed they both needed it. Desperately.

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He nods.

They're far enough from the wall as to not have to worry about any target remnants winding up under foot or seat.

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"She's fine. dearthair. She's strong. She'll...she'll come back to us."

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"Aye."

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Connor impulsively kissed his brother's temple.

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Rough grin as he pulls his twin closer and repeats the gesture.

Then winces, as that punch to the jaw was one of the better ones Connor let fly tonight.