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[gabriel_tam]

It's been seven years since the passage of the IIGA. Seven years since the assassination attempt. Seven years since Vincent Navarro had given Gabriel Tam his professional medical opinion and warned him in no uncertain terms what the results of his remaining in office would likely be.

He doesn't regret his choice.

Still, things are becoming more difficult, these days. He does his best to cooperate with Navarro's continued recommendations, working with his ever-efficient assistant Mark Jiang to make time for the additional treatments and the now-compulsory pulmonary rehab sessions (which take place in his office, in secret, as much as possible), to listen to Regan and reassure her as much as he can. Even so, it's difficult sometimes. Today was one of the harder days - and there's still a dinner party to endure tonight.

Gabriel makes his way slowly into the bar and to an armchair seat by the fireplace. He'll just rest a bit here, before he goes. Just for a while.

Comments

[not_his_pa]

"Just used to noticin'. I hope nothing bad is goin' on, seems the news is always full of someone being hurt or killed,"

Its not as bad as when the War was going on, but still pretty bad.

[gabriel_tam]

"Nothing so bad as all that, not today," he reassures the young man.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

[not_his_pa]

"William Evans, sir. That's good,"

He can't really tell when this man is from, his clothes are expensive but not obviously of the past or future.

[gabriel_tam]

"It's nice to meet you, William. I'm Gabriel Tam."

There's something about the young man that puts him in mind of some of the people he'd met out along the Border and Rim.

[not_his_pa]

"Its nice to meet you, Mr. Tam. Do you come in here often?"

Mister Tam seems comfortable in Milliways though William doesn't know his face.