[ totally not talking about any brother in particular ]

[invisicanuck]

[ messy scrawl ]

Peter, I'll be in London today.

Please forgive me for earlier, I'll try not to make it a habit to keep important bits of information from my brother, because I trusted you and would never want to keep you in the dark. I'd hate to be an inconsiderate jerk who would dare to

[ There's a splotch of ink where Matthew's quill breaks

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[floatyspells]

Woah... Is something wrong?

[invisicanuck]

No

Yes. A lot of things are wrong.

[floatyspells]

What happened?

[invisicanuck]

[ Sorry Billy, you get a horribly messy incoherent rant. Just imagine Matthew standing in front of a bakery, jotting down in his journal in a FURIOUS FASHION. ]

Everything, everything happened, and one bloody idiot in particular insists on making it worse, oh wait my mistake, he's helping, of course he is, he could never do a wrong, of course not a--

[ ...and then his quill ran out of ink. ]

[floatyspells]

Whoa, whoa whoa, slow down! Could you start from the beginning?

[invisicanuck]

I don't even know where to start

[ A pause. ]

Sorry for being a bother, Billy.

[floatyspells]

It's ok, really. Would it be easier if I went there?

[invisicanuck]

I'm afraid I'm in the middle of Paris right now, getting ready to return to London. And then I'll be back in Paris by tonight most likely. I think.

... but thank you.

[floatyspells]

Ah, yeah, that'd be... A little complicated, yeah.

Anytime.