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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie ambles downstairs. He's wearing Bartleby's sweatshirt again. Yes, it's big enough to fit a small island nation inside. It's also warm.

He sits at the bar and looks around.

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[bloodyrockgod]

"Now, this is your wife, yeah?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he nods and blushes*

Yes. She showed up here. We have a room upstairs.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Honeymooning? Good on you." He's still stroking the lyre pendant in wonder.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he blushes*

I suppose. Certainly not where we'd intended. But...I like it here. I've met two people from home other than her, one from a different time, but one who's a good friend. So it's not so bad.

[bloodyrockgod]

He smiles at Garion's blush. Kids. "That's good. A couple of my friends have started showing up too. I'm glad they've found their way here."

He yawns abruptly--damn insomnia. "Hey. Thank you so much for this. I'm going to see if it'll work a miracle for me and let me get some sleep.

"Good night. Thank you."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he smiles and nods*

Certainly. I wish you well.