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In one booth, sitting with his back against a wall, is a Bruce. His legs are stretched out in front of him on the bench of the booth and a book is laid face down on those legs. A large mug of something vaguely like coffee sits and stews on the table as he sits with his head hack against the wall, watching, sometimes, the passing crowds.

Most of the time he has spent here has been in refuge, relaxation, and seeking hope, chasing ideas and cure dreams. Even though he still researches, he now sees also darker shadows here. For his curse has followed him, and this place no longer offers complete refuge from nightmares long carried.

This morning, red eyes are the eyes that peer out from behind glasses at the crowd, and he sits, and thinks, and wonders what will happen next.

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"I'm okay. Just tired... and no they havent."

He smiles faintly.

"I guess I still feel guilty about everything."

He hides the horror he still feels about whqat Joe showed him.

"Bruce... I just wasn't prepared for what happened to me in your world. I know that you told me what they were like, and that you were wanted. I should have paid more attention. And I never should have let my wand out of my posession."

She flails slightly.

"I could have saved us both so much grief if I'd just held onto it. We could have avoided..."

She swallows hard, feeling her eyes fill with frustrated tears.

"It was a stupid mistake for me to make."

He comes over to her side, hesitates and then hugs her gently.

"It isnt your fault, not at all... bad things hapen sometimes.. and it did this time too. You are not to blame for anything that those monsters or Joe did..."

Molly of course is thinking of how Joe had broken her wand, and hadn't cared about how she was going to get home.

"I'm sorry you have to live with someone like him inside of you. That shouldn't happen to anyone. But it never would have happened in the first place if I hadn't been so idiotic. I could have just opened a gate, and we could have escaped."

He pokes her gently.

"You are not to blame... not at all. Betwen Joe and the government and the earthquake and a new place... this is not your fault."

He pokes her again.

"Are... you sleeping okay?"

"Better now than I was."

She shrugs, and doesn't meet his eyes.

"Bad dreams...memories made worse by my own imagination."

he flinches at that, drawing back.

"Dreams... yeah."

He turns away.

"I cant ever make up for everything Joe did to you there, Molly.... but I will do my best to make sure you never have to see or hear him again..."

Molly nods, and wipes at her damp eyes.

"I hope that the things you managed to get help you. It was such a blur after we got off of the train, I hope it's all there."

He nods.

"Me too... Me too."

He smiles softly.

"You, ah... alright?"

"I'll be fine. I have Cain to focus some of my attention on. I was going to ask the Bar or Tonks or Ginny for some potions ingredients... I really should keep some Dreamless Sleep and Calming Draught on hand. Those would help."

"Good idea... I hope it helps. If I can do anything, let me know, okay?"

"Yes. And... the same goes for you. Now that I know what it's really like for you... if you need to talk, or whatever, you're welcome here."

"Thanks. I should get these bags to my room."

he smiles.

"I will see you later?"

"Sure."

She hates that it's so awkward between them. But how couldn it not be, after everything that's happened to them?

He smiles and nods to her, then heads out.

He wishes that things were better. He truly did.

Grey skies ahead now... grey skies ahead.

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