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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

One ka-mai in the bar with coffee and a thoughtful look on his face. Have at.


[Summary: Cuthbert talks about Cort's visit to the bar with Roland, who seems a bit disappointed that Bert didn't get hit, with Lilly, who finds the idea of apprentice gunslingers having to prove their manhood by beating Cort up and taking his stick amusing, I can't imagine why, and with Susan, with whom he is angstily nostalgic about Gilead.]

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[sai_delgado]

"He were always good with them, say true," she says wistfully. "And he were particularly good with Caprichoso, I remember."

"And he could always be trusted to work well and hard-- and were always sweet..."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Aye." Cuthbert looks wistful again, but now considerably more happily so. "It was easy to underestimate him, but if you looked beneath the surface...he was special, alright."

[sai_delgado]

(Stanley says I a bugwit)

Always cheerful, smiling and happy and hardworking-- and cleverer than most people were willing to credit, say true. Well he had loved her, she knows, and he'd risked so much for them all-- and she had been fond of him in turn.

"Oh, thee says true, 'Bert--" Her eyes are clouded, a little, but she is smiling at the memories.

"--he were special indeed. And he were happy? In Gilead?"

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert's eyes are lowered now, but he's still smiling.

"I think he was. He seemed so, anyway."

For a time, at least. Until happiness ran dry for all of them.

[sai_delgado]

"I'm glad." Soft, and very certain. "I'm so glad."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert glances over at her and smiles, then raises their joined hands to his lips and presses a light kiss against her fingers.