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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard's in the bar, at Bar but not behind her, so don't ask him for a drink.

Coffee.

Washington Post.

Not a bad mood.

[ooc: Closed to new threads. Back late tonight. @_@]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"No."

He looks over at Tim.

"Thank you. For wanting it so much. And for fessing up in the first place."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Right. I had to. Couldn't live with myself otherwise.

*And tim turns his gaze back to his cups.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"And that says a lot more than the fancy words ever could." His gaze bores into Tim's cheek.

"You have to be patient. If this place were any more like a fucking city-state, what you did might be considered treason. You don't just bounce back from that in six weeks or so."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm just.... eager to return to work.

*And it's been eight weeks, he thinks.*

I'm a workaholic, I know it. But besides Ace, work is what defines me.