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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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"Yes, wow. It turns friends into enemies and enemies into friends, I have found," Asar-Suti said.

"I'm pretty good at doing the first even when I'm sober, apparently." He takes another careful sip.

"Oh - somebody angry at you?" Asar-Suti enquired.

He rubs his eyes. "My boyfriend left me. I can't blame him."

Asar-Suti had just spoken to Námo, and everything had seemed all right? But perhaps Lee meant somebody else?

"I am sorry to hear that," he said, cautiously, avoiding the more obvious 'Which one?'

"What have you done to make him so angry?" he asked, instead.

'Which one' is usually an unfortunately necessary question to ask with this lot.

"We were arguing about other relationships...I told him mine weren't any of his business, and I--I said I should have dumped him months ago to save my dignity. I deserve what I got."

He sighs quietly. "You don't know Mercutio, do you?"

"Ermmm - he's a ghost, right?" Asar-Suti has probably spoken to him once, he thinks. "Not merely dead, but a full-out ghost? Snarky in a somewhat amusing way? From a bit back in Earth's history? That him, or am I confusing him entirely? I know I'm not confusing him with Mordred, because Mordred is snarky in a depressive way, and also the son of Morgan who worked for me in the garden and is pregnant with him - time in Milliways can be incredibly mindboggling."

He sighed, and shrugged; it didn't matter all that much to the present discussion who exactly Mercutio was.

"It sounds bad, though. What is it that you really want here, though?"

"Yeah, that's him." He rubs his eyes.

"What do I want? I want to find him and tell him I didn't mean any of it. Even if he can't forgive me...I have to let him know I didn't want to hurt him like that."

"What's keeping you from doing that?" Asar-Suti asked.

"I don't think he'll talk to me. And I don't want to go find him when I'm drunk; that'll just cause a scene..."

"Write him a note when the hangover is gone?" Asar-Suti suggested.

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