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Castle sits in a darkened corner booth, staring blankly at the back of the booth in front of him, taking the occasional mechanical sip of some vile-looking, heavily alcoholic drink.

Oh yeah. He'll make for some fun conversation.

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Bitter laugh. "If you can find Mercutio, let me know. Just don't mention my name or he'll flip out and disappear."

Guppy nods. "Of course. Is Mercutio in trouble?" he asks, concerned.

"Not that I'm aware of. Though with him, god only knows."

He rubs his eyes.

"No concern of mine anymore, anyway. He hates me."

"Did he say he hates you?"

"Said there was no reason for us ever to associate again, turned into a ghost and walked right through me. I can take a hint."

Guppy winces.

"Sorry to hear that. But people can say things they don't mean when angry or upset."

"If I can just get him to believe that, if he'll talk to me--maybe it'll be all right--but I was such an ass, I was pissed and I told him I should have dumped him months ago..." He cringes at the memory.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be whining about all this."

"Mate, if it helps, whine away. I do it to other people enough."

"What're friends for, eh?" His lips crook wryly, and he sips his drink.

"I just...I don't know what to do here without him..."

Guppy nods. "Exactly."

He sips his orange juice. "I'm sure there will be others. It's a big bar."

He looks away. "It's not others that are the problem. It's just...him. Milliways isn't home without him..."

He rubs his eyes again, wearily, disgusted with his own sappiness.

"You're right. I've got to just get over it."

"Takes time. All things like that will."

He watches Castle. "You look exhausted. May I suggest you try and sleep on it? Things always look a little clearer in the morning, and earning yourself a collossal hangover will make you feel ten times worse."

He nods. "S'a good idea." He sighs. "Thanks, Guppy."

Guppy nods. "No problem. If you ever want an ear, I'm always happy to listen. That's what friends are for."

He goes over to the bar and comes back with a pint of water. "And you might want to drink this before you go. You'll feel better in the morning if you're not as dehydrated."

His pager bleeps. "And with that, I have to run. Good luck."

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