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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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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He snuggles against his big brother. Whatever Lee says, he'll believe. If he says not to be scared, it'll be all right.

"Thank you," he says with a nuzzle.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

He wraps his other arm around Gorlim and just holds him tight. Just for a short while, so long as Gorlim's here, he can forget about the pain of losing Mercutio.

"Love you."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

A purr and a kiss on Lee's cheek. "Love you, too, gwador."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

He shifts aside in the booth to make himself more comfortable and just relaxes, just lets himself be reassured and comforted by Gorlim's presence, and lets himself forget. He'll remember later, and the distress will return. But for now, he's all right.