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Andres is in the bar sitting in a booth in a corner. His chin is resting in one hand and hes staring out the window. The Complete Works of Shakespeare is sitting near his elbow, unopened, and there is a piece of creased parchment laying on the table in front of him. Frequently he looks away from the window and takes a drink. Occasionally he rubs his forehead as if he as a headache, and even more occasionally, he glances at the parchment and scowls.

Despite this, he is in a decent mood, if slightly worried. Go ahead and visit.

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Does it make Castle a bad person if he's kind of spitefully happy to see the scowl and headache?

He's more sympathetic than spiteful, though. Headaches and worry are not fun.

He sits back and watches Andres for a while. He wishes Andres would just pick up the book and read like he normally would--the pensive staring out the window is a little unnerving and makes him wonder if something isn't more wrong than it looks.

No, he is not a bad person. The spite is justified. Even Andres would agree with that. Really, go find out. *smirk*

And if something is more wrong than it looks, Castle's never going to find out from there.

Andres glances around the bar again obviously looking for someone, but whether he notices Castle, is not apparent.

Castle knows better than to think that he's the one Andres is looking for, but his concern gets the better of him and he walks over. "What's wrong with you?"

"Hey." He looks up with a slight smile. "Nothing's wrong."
*yawn*
"What are you about today?"

Oh, bullshit.

"Nobody sits and stares out the window scowling like that if something isn't wrong."

I didn't come over here to make fucking small talk, he thinks irritably.

"Have I been scowling the whole time? I assure you, that was unintentional."
*Shrug* "If you're really curious, I'm looking for Ellie."

"Yeah, you have." He leans against a nearby chair, unwilling to sit down. "Who's Ellie?"

"Gorlim's wife. I'm worried about her." *Frown*

He doesn't want to speculate as to the cause of this, but he gets a rather unpleasant feeling at the mention of Gorlim, which he conceals. "Why? What happened to her?"

"Nothing yet I expect. Here." He hands Castle the note. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/gorlim/88030.html?mode=reply)

"I am assuming she got one similar, and if she realizes it's dangerous, she will either try to follow or have a complete break down. I am not looking forward to either. I feel responsible for her now, and I already have enough to deal with." *He shakes his head irritably.*

Castle reads the note over, eyes narrowing angrily. Christ, what an assholish thing to write to someone who loves you.

"That's tough," he says, his tone softening a little.

*Shrug* Gorlim will be fine. With over Six thousand years to practice, he's one of the few who may be better than myself. What's tough is that he didn't take me with him. I'm missing the fun, and now feel responsible for Ellie on top of it."

"Just wait until there's another werewolf attack on the Bar, and then lock Gorlim in his room so he can't get out and join the fight, and then you'll be even," he suggests wryly.

He doesn't know how the Ellie situation should be resolved, and he figures he has a 60/40 chance of saying something stupid if he comments on it, so he keeps his mouth shut.

"That could work." He chuckles.
"I wish I knew more about where they were going." *Shrug* "I kind of miss the fool."

"Mm-hmm." He doesn't actually say anything to this.

"What's wrong with you? You're quiet today"

A frown. "I didn't sleep much," he says dully, and leaves it at that.

*Grin* "Were you practicing then?"

Castle is not amused. "No."

After a moment..."I'm guessing you weren't either, or you'd look happier." He tries not to smirk.

He winces slightly, but tries to smile.

"No, I found this last night." He says cooley, and rubs his eyes. "I did not sleep myself."

He shrugs. As much as he tries, he just can't feel that sympathetic. At least, not about the lack of sleep.

Andres furrows his brow in confusion, but decides not to take it personally. He has enough on his mind to prevent him from needing to worry about something else.

The person he cared more about than anyone or anything in the world, was taking a risk, and being completely irresponsible for doing so. Of course he was going to worry, but he didn't expect sympathy, so he doesn't know to be insulted.

He sits quietly, holding his drink, but not drinking. He realizes he still hasn't eaten. He really doesn't care.

Castle doesn't know that Andres hasn't been eating, or he'd be a lot more worried, but as it is, this is enough.

He drops the passive-aggressive coldness and sits down on the opposite side of the booth, on the edge of the seat. "You really don't look okay," he says softly.

"Thanks for the compliment." He says with a shrug.
"I'm fine really. Just tired."

"It wasn't supposed to be a compliment. I'm worried about you, all right?"

He watches Andres for a moment. "I'm getting some breakfast. Want anything?"