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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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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.