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*Bernard comes back to the bar, pale and calm. He speaks directly to the bar*

Bar, can you give each of these letters to the people to whom they're addressed, please?

*He sets the letters on the bar and they are absorbed into the wood.*

Thank you.

*Bernard turns and surveys his home. The riotous activity suits him; he'll miss it. He squares his shoulders and walks to the front door, his hand hovering just above the doorknob. He doesn't even know if this will work. He never wanted to leave before.

He sighs, turns the knob, and steps out into the night.*

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*blinks*

Bernard?

*stares*

Bernard?

*walks over to the front door and stares at the knob*

You left.

*Fleur sits down hard on the floor directly in front of the door.*

You left me.

*actually makes noise when he walks over. He's doing that on purpose.*

Fleur?
you okay?

...no...

*Crouches down*
What happened?

...he left me...

I do not understand. We were fine. Then...we were not fine.

*Her eyes start to water.*

I do not understand.

yeah, it kinda looked like things went south

*he looks around for something to give her so she can wipe her eyes. Eventually, he takes a knife out of his back pocket and cuts a large patch out of his black T-shirt, and hands it to her*

*stares at cloth in her hands*

I only cried when Papa died.

*he sits on the floor next to her, he's speechless, for once*

*Fleur finally gives into the temptation. With a wail, she lets the tears fall and covers her face with her hands.*

*Raph puts an arm around her and pulls her into a hug.*
It'll be okay.

Crichton peers at Raph. "Think we should help her get to bed or something? We can't leave her here..."

Wasn't plannin' on leavin' her here.
Just waitin' ta see if she wants to go somewhere specific.

Crichton nods, and says nothing, waiting for Fleur to calm somewhat.

*sob* Juste--juste--bed. Please? Bed. *She chocks.* I do not care. Bed.

*without disturbing her, he gets to his knees and easily lifts her up*
I don't know where you sleep, Fleur. You gotta help me out here.

*She points toward the staff corridor before burying her head in the curve of his neck and crying even harder.*

I figured as much.
Not tonight you aren't.
Is there anything you need in there?

*He shifts her weight to one arm, and begins fishing for the climing claws he has stashed in one of the remaining leg pockets*

*sob*...I...no.

Good.
*his voice is firm, but not hateful*

[ooc: and now for the big exit. I think I'm going to hit the hay after this, but here's the skinny. Raph lives on the roof in a oneman wizarding tent. The roof looks like any other roof in New York City, save for the fact that the sky is the same sky you see out the Milliways windows. Inside the tent is a studio apartment. He's gonna give Fleur the bed, and will crash on the floor. Now, for the exit post. Oh how the rumor mill will grind *mad cackle*]

*cries*

[ooc: Yes, bed. For the love, bed. That all sounds lovely. You are such a good knight in green armor.]

[ooc: if it's one thing I know, it's hero'ing. *poses stalwartly*]

*Fleur leans on Raph's shoulder and gives a great dry sob.*

Crichton comes up to where Fleur and the stranger with the... hockey mask... are sitting. Fleur looks a wreck. Crichton kneels beside her. "Fleur?"

*Raph looks up from where he's seated on the floor*

She's havin' a rough night.
What'd ya need?

Crichton stares. "Raph?!?!"

He shakes off his shock, puts up a hand. "Okay. Later. First we help the girl."

*shakes his head*
Don' worry 'bout the girl, I can handle this.
You were headin' up to bed, best you go there.
I'll talk to you in the mornin'.

*he gives John a "Boy, am I not kiddin'" look*

Crichton nods. "I gotcha.

Take care of her, man, okay?"

He stands up.

*now holding Fleur*
Consider it done.

*his expression is totally blank*

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