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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

There is one more empty bed in the infirmary.

The reason for that is sitting on the piano, glancing around the bar with sharp green eyes.

He's a little slow still, but really feeling much better.

Really.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He laughs lightly, sliding down off the piano to lean against it.

"As real as you or I."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie smiles dryly. "I think sometimes that's a bit relative, yeah?

"So you're all right?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck pats himself down, looking affronted.

"I, sirrah, am quite real enough."

And he smiles, and he shrugs.

"Were I not, I expect you would hear of it."

[bloodyrockgod]

"You'd be surprised how fragile these immortal types seem to think I am."

All those scars he's collected mean nothing, of course.

"I do wish I'd known earlier--could've visited you or summat."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck rolls his eyes.

"Did he tell you where I've been, then?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yeah . . . did you not want people to know?

"The infirmary doesn't scare me--I've been in there before, when Darien's got treated."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Oh, Darien.

Whatever.

Puck waves Darien and an unspecified number of other concerns aside.

"He's absolutely insufferable, you know."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Who, Jack? He was ranting about quite a few things earlier. Been a bad couple of weeks for everybody, it would seem."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck smiles wrly.

"Quite."

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: np, let's fade. good night.]