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he had slept on and off for days and now he comes abck down and settles at the bar. He asks her for a glass of water and gets it along with a note.

He blinks at it and goes paler yet. He drags himself, and his water, and the note to a booth and sits there, staring into space, in shock, his mind still roiling from fear and nightmares and worse things. tears, silent and unnoticed, slowly track down his face.

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A tired, bitter chuckles is forced out.

"If it is so here, then it willbe the first time ever that this has been so for me, Steph, but thank you."

he sighs.

"Bar, some soup please?"

A large bowl appears and he eats some before glancing up, tiredly.

"You are a good person."

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Steph laughs, and it's not nearly as bitter a laugh as it would have been even two months ago. "Nah, I'm just me. Wouldn't be human if I didn't care about others, would I? I'll go put that note in the office, then, and I'll tell them you're just as worried as we are. Room one-thousand four, was it?"

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"I have met some remarkably uncaring humans in my time, but I understand. Thank you. And yes, 1004."

he smiles faintly, but it is a true smile.

"Thank you a lot."

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"For real, don't worry about it," Steph says, smiling at him. "I'll let you know how things go."

She uncurls her legs and jumps up, into the rafters again, and is gone. Quickest way across the room, of course.

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He glances after her and then goes back to his soup. He knows things are darker thasn she says, but... maybe not so dark as he feared.