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"Okay, okay, fine, you've been nagging me for long enough, here."

A long bronze key is handed from the elder Tim to the younger Tim. And Hellspawn looks quite delighted.

"You owe it to me."

Yup, both of them are here, if you want either of them. And Hellspawn is looking desperately for Agnes.

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Molly walks over to Tim, slides into the seat next to him, and simply rests her head against his shoulder.

She doesn't necessarily have anything important to say or to talk about... she just wants to spend some time with him before her goes.

His arm goes around her shoulder, and he nods.

It's comforting, and sad at the same time.

She doesn't try to stop the single tear that escapes to roll down her cheek, but she's not going to cry all over him again like she did last time.

Probably.

He leans into her, just holding her. He doesn't want to leave.

She doesn't want him to, either. A thousand 'what ifs' whirl through her mind at the thought of him not being there.

so she slips an arm around him, and holds onto him quietly, while she can.

"Sorry."

She simply shakes her head.

"S'not your fault. Just is."

"Yeh."

Doesn't mean he likes it.

"Yeah."

"Hello, Tim..."

he glances aside and nods to Hellspawn too, then back, looking a little confused.

Jack and Tim nod, pretty much in unison.

"Evening Billy."

Yes, again in unison. They're asses like that.

He blinks a little, then grins.

"ThaT? is wicked cool."

The he considers.

"Might be confusing sometimes, but still cool."

He glances at both.

"How are you two doing?"

A glance is shared between them

"All right." Says Tim

"Fuckin horrid" Jack says a the same time.

A look is exchanged again.

"All right" says Jack.

"Fuckin Horrid" Tim says at the same time.

There is much glaring between them.

"Ah.... okay? Why?"

He eyes them.

"Why the horrid part... and the Glaring part?"

A shrug about the glaring bit.

"We're leaving."

Billy blinks.

"Leaving... why would that, unless... you are leaving for good?"

He nods, slowly.

"Why?"

Jack gestures towards his father, letting Tim explain.

"We're done here. I can feel it in my bones."

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Ask, and ye shall receive. One Agnes, with hair restored, waves from the foot of the steps and hurries over to him.

Hellspawn takes her into his arms, and holds her tight. There might be a bit of eye leakage, behind the mask.

"Hey."

She holds him back, head on his shoulder.

"Molly fixed my hair. Is it okay?" she asks obliviously.

"I-it's... beautiful. Just like you."

His hold doesn't slacken a bit. He wants to know her like this. To remember it.

She beams at him and leans up to kiss his cheek. It's then that she tastes the salty wetness on his skin and her smile quickly turns to a concerned frown.

"What's happened?" She doesn't ask if he's okay, because he clearly isn't.