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[Couldn't see who was serving. If you're behind the bar, say that I didn't see you in the shadows.]

The door is pushed open briskly and Bartleby enters the bar. At first glance he's the angel who skulked out of the door a few months ago, with the addition of a black leather greatcoat that successfully hides his thinness. His face is carefully blank, and his eyes flicker to neither left nor right, after his first, threshold sweep of the room. He strides up to the bar, and, not immediately seeing a server, speaks straight to the bar. "Sirius around? I need to let him know I'm back."

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*his eyes are serious for a moment*
I had thought so.

*Ratsy emerges again. The fool addresses him*

I searched the whole world over
to find my long lost lover
only to discover
that he wasn't worth the bother

Bel... Fool. I... *Bartleby has nothing to say*

No accusations, Angel?
No demands?
No self loathing?
Have you no words for me?

Why would I accuse or demand?

*Bartleby is looking at the floor*

*he imitates Bartleby's voice down to the accent. First an accusatory grumble:*

'They're not ethereals, they can't keep the bar secure.'

*then an imperious demand*

'Dude, it's not a "decision" kinda situation. It's a "this is what happens" kinda situation.'

*flushes uncomfortably*

I meant why would I accuse or demand from you?

*Kibeth clears her throat and points towards a corner (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1010426.html).*

Yo. There's Bernard.

[OOC: Can't deal with that and this. I'm mucking with chronology and going to pretend you say that after this has gone down.]

[OOC: Hey, mucking with chronology is What We Do here]

*he gives a saccharine smile*
Ah, my apologies.
I would be someone special, then. Someone you might care for. Someone you might speak to if, perhaps, you decided to vanish for months?

How foolish of me to have thought otherwise.

Stop twisting my words!

I have a fuckload to say to you, but none of it involves accusations or demands!

Really?
Shall we hear these words Ratsy?
*ratsy cocks his head, then nods*

You have our permission to speak.

*flushes redder and looks trapped*

I... I'm sorry. I left and it was a shitty thing to do and it didn't help at fucking all. I feel worse now than I did before. I didn't find... I couldn't find God or Loki or anyone who could tell me what the fuck was going on!

I missed you.

Well. It seems we both make mistakes. That was yours... and you were mine.

*his expression softens, suddenly, and he looks as though he wants to unsay the words*

I followed you, you idiot. I looked for you.