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

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

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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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

... why? Why me?

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*he rolls his eyes, exasperated*

Oh, angel...

*involuntarily he reaches out, but hurriedly draws his hand back. He looks troubled, a little guilty*

Can you really be so foolish?
Why do you think?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*follows the Fool's movements avidly*

I don't fucking know, Fool. I never know the answer to this type of question.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*he gives a laugh that breaks in the middle. He steps forward and his fingers twine in Bartleby's necklace*

I looked for you. I looked and looked.
And now I've found you. And you're as hopeless as ever.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*Bartleby's hand tentatively covers the Fool's at the base of his throat*

I... was looking as well. I think I was looking in the wrong places. For the wrong people.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*He takes the last tiny step forward, until they are standing chest to chest, their clasped hands caught between their bodies. He rests his head on Bartleby's shoulder. His voice is quiet, and far less certain, almost pleading*

You do want me then?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*Bartleby's voice shakes slightly* Always. *his other arm comes up slowly and carefully, and begins to comb gently through the Fool's hair* I missed you, Beloved.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

That is entirely your own fault.

*The teasing is playful now, despite the sharp edge, and his head is still burried in Bartleby's shoulder as if he would be content never to move again*

Do me the kindenss of considering it before you leave, next time.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

I... *Bartleby subsides*

...yeah.

*he scatters a few kisses on the Fool's head*

Wanna go sit down?

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*he disentangles himself, sighs, stretches. Ratsy pops up again like magic as he moves and nods eagerly at bartleby. The fool eyes him with contempt*
Pushover.
*he smiles up at Bartleby*
All right then. Lead on, oh wandering one.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*Bartleby turns to the bar* Couple of brandies. Honey and apricot, please. And a ham and cheese naked six-inch. I'm starving.

*when the food and drinks appear he collects and winds his way through the tables to a corner of the room (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1011387.html).