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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Still yawning, Bernard ambles out of the Staff Quarters, no less bleary after a long shower. He collects his papers, cigarettes, and a cup of coffee, and goes to sit at his usual table.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm.

*He smiles against her forehead, rubbing her back again as she sob-hiccups faintly.*

Well. She's not entirely wrong. But I still think you made a very sensible choice.

*He pulls back to look her in the eyes again, tipping her chin up.*

Sweetheart, what do you want?

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*Ophelia pouts up at him.*

I don't know, Laertes.

*She shakes her head and blinks several times.*

Bernard. You're Bernard.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's speechless. After a moment, he nods.*

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*Ophelia gazes over his shoulder for a moment, looking very far away. Then she focuses on a solitary figure (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2503138.html) across the room. She points slowly.*

Bernard. That's... there. That's Blaise.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He turns, and sees him. His eyes narrow.*

You want me to talk to him?

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Yes. No. I don't know. Maybe. Do you want to talk to him?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He sits and stares at the boy for a minute, thinking.*

...I think I do.

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*She stares at Blaise for a moment, then looks back to Bernard.*

Then yes. Talk to him.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He kisses her on the cheek, then extricates himself and walks over to Blaise (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2503138.html?view=96128482#t96128482).*