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[golden_lyre]

Here is a face that hasn't been seen in the bar for quite some time.

Well, it's sort of a face. It's definitely on the hairy side just now. Clean, but pushing into unkempt. His hair is the same, and when he opens the door to the bar, he pushes it back, out of his face, a bemused smile mostly hidden in his beard as he shuts the door behind him, cutting of the bright, Pacific sunlight and the faint echoing of gulls.

His guitar is still strapped to his back, and he reaches his hand up over his shoulder to brush the head with a fingertip as if to reassure himself it's still there. Satisfied, he makes his way to the bar and, before he can order, a sparkling glass of Atlantean appears.

"Good to see you too, lovely," he said, lifting the glass to his lips for a quick sip before turning to survey the room.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Well," Steve says, looking away. "I suppose not."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus looks away as well, frowning a little into his glass. He's at a loss for words, and he touches his guitar briefly, but he suspects he might be at a loss for notes as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Well," Steve says. His coffee cup is empty. Caffeine has as little effect on him as alcohol, but even so he has no desire for another cup. "You look good. It's good to see you."

[golden_lyre]

"You look good as well," Orpheus answers. He can't quite say that it's good to see Steve. He isn't sure yet.

"Off to the gym, then?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah." He hitches the shield onto his back. "I -- well. See you."

He's frowning as he turns away to the hallway that leads to the gym.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus watches him go, wishing he had something to say that would...not fix things, but at least smooth things over.

In the end, he turns back to his drink.