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*Leaning against the bar is a Raph. He's nursing a beer. Situation normal. You may continue with your day, already in progress.*

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You done?

"Are you?"

Carin'...yup. Got your wish there.

"Yeah, yeah. You're a rock, you're an island. I'm pretty damned clear on your MO."

An' yet you're still bent outta shape. Why is that?

"Because I thought maybe I could come back, and we could have a normal conversation and avoid that shit. It's over. In the past. Done. Yet you had to keep on, like I'm a fucking idiot or something."

You want to know what I've been doing in four months? You want to know how I've actually got a job now, and am making good money? How I'm thinking about proposing to my girlfriend? How I got Mark to hunt me down back issues of your damned comic book because I missed your crazy ass? No. You want to bitch at me about Mel.

Huh. Here I thought I was protectin' your ass against a vampire so you wouldn't find yourself a pint low.

*He picks up his beer and mutters.*

normal conversation is for when business is done.

"Do you have any idea at all how frustrating you are?"

*Raph gives Largeman a once over.*

Got an idea....

And then? Andrew laughed. Really laughed. Almost knocking your milk over laughed.

*Raph shakes his head and continues on with his beer drinking, convinced that Large had finally snapped.*

"Missed you, man," Andrew said once he had calmed, nothing more. That was enough.

Don't worry, I ain't gonna hold you to that.

*Raph smirks.*

"Long as we understand each other."

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