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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

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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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

'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?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"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."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

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

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"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..."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

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