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[compelledtoprotect]

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[stupetballs]

Some of us were in isolation. I don't think he's gone, I think Barbas still might be holding him somewhere.

[Which is not good.]

[compelledtoprotect]

[Oh. Well that's bad, but at least not as bad as it could be? Sort of?]


Do you need someone to help search?

[stupetballs]

No, if he is with Barbas I don't want to make things worse. Just, if you see him, let me know?

I actually wanted to know if now was a good time to double back about my research? If it's not, that's totally cool, I just didn't want it to fall to the wayside.

[Never know what might be important.]

[compelledtoprotect]

Yeah definitely. If I see him, Ill let you know. And I guess so? What was it you wanted to know again?


[Because remembering stuff was . . . not going so well. Steve wasn't doing so well even though he tried hard to put up a good front. He was heading downhill between the lack of sleep and food. But he wasn't going to mention that if he could avoid it!]

[stupetballs]

You said you might have more about the Veiled Order? If you want, we can wait.

[compelledtoprotect]

[Oh. That. Right.]


That . . . I'll need to be back at your place, looking at your stuff. That way I can add in whatever I know where it belongs. I work a lot better when I can see the big picture, you know? But it's gonna hafta wait a little longer, sorry. I'm . . . not really up for that right now. I'm seriously sorry.


[Boy was he not capable of extended thought at the moment . . .]

[stupetballs]

Yeah, yeah of course. Whenever you're ready, come by the bar. I'll be here. =D

[compelledtoprotect]

I will. I promise. I'm so sorry to make you wait.

[stupetballs]

Eh, it's not like we're going anywhere. And Barbas isn't giving us plenty of other stuff to keep us busy.

[compelledtoprotect]

Still. I shouldn't be making you wait on a promise. I'm sorry for that.

[stupetballs]

All good. No harm done. Take care of yourself, okay?

[compelledtoprotect]

You too. Please. And if you need something, tell me? I swear I'll be there.

[stupetballs]

I will. Don't worry.

[Which she knows some people can't help but do, but she's going to say it anyway.]

[compelledtoprotect]

I'll try, I promise.


[He would try, but it wouldn't work very well. Steve was just wired to worry.]

[stupetballs]

Good. See you around.

[And whenever he's feeling open to it, there's a barstool at Hella Shorty's with his name on it.]

[compelledtoprotect]

You will. I promise.