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::Door comes in, still looking very pale and drawn. She heads to the bar::

Coke, please?

...cola. Coca-cola. Temple and arch.

::She plays with the glass that appears in front of her, remembering every now and then to take a sip::

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*sips his coffee and watches the pretty girl fiddle with her coke a few seats away*

Hello.

::looks at him warily::

...hi.

*He's really uncomfortable, with the dead angel sitting there. He feels like it's watching him.*

I'm Bernard.

::hardly seems to notice the dead angel::

I'm Door.

Um. I'm kind of new here. I don't really know anyone other than Fleur. *laughs* And I think I know her a little too well to be honest.

Where are you from?

Door? How are you holding up?

Most people here know Fleur a little too well.

I'm from London Below.

Honestly? Not well. Really not well.

*walks quickly over, and leans against the bar. He's looking out over the tables, but more importantly, he's Not Looking at the dead angel. His fingers tap nervously on the bar, and his voice sounds strained*

You okay?

*snorts with laughter* Yeah, I get that impression. It's one of her more charming features.

Is that like, the Underground? Sorry, I don't leave the US much.

*places hand on Door's shoulder*

Well, if there's anything I can do, or you just need to talk, I'm here. C'mon, we can split a plate of paradoxes. *orders from bar*

No, Crowley, I'm really not okay. Thanks for asking. Feel free to go back to Aziraphale now.

Why not? Why are you not okay?

((she gathers her courage, because she's got used to having Sirius around and he's not there to make things all right))

I --

things happen against our will --

I understand.
Will you talk to no one? Will you not talk to me?

Well, most of it is underground, and some of it is in the Underground... but no, it's not like the Underground. It's... an entirely different city. Basically. Hard to explain.

::smiles wanly::

Thanks.

I hardly know you, Kassandra.

Because. I'm not. Why should I be?

I don't know. I just want to help.

Even in our sleep,
pain without ceasing
continues to drip,
drop by drop
until slowly and against our will
comes wisdom, through the terrible mercy of the gods.

You do not know me, Lady of the House of Arch.
But I won't leave you here to be alone.

::sounding very tired::

Why, Crowley?

All right. I don't think I really get it, but that's ok. My sorta-girlfriend has sorta-fangs about 50% of the time, so... Since I came here, I've learned to roll with the punches. *he turns to her with a wry grin* You know what I mean?

So! *looks her up and down shrewdly, noting her pale face and stiff demeanor* What's wrong?

In our sleep...

I didn't sleep last night. Or, I did, but...

*shivers*

Not for long.

Because humans are fragile. I don't want you to break.

This place will do that to you.

I've had... a really bad 48 hours or so. Really, really bad.

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