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[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is perched near the fire with a cup of tea in hand, a map stretched across his lap haphazardly.

He only appears busy - really he's not doing much of anything.

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[bad_as_he_is]

And so Tom wanders over.

And peers.

[almost_arabian]

And is peered at in return.

"Hello there, Tom."

[bad_as_he_is]

Tom smiles and pulls Lawrence into a hug.

"Hello, Mister Lawrence."

[almost_arabian]

He hugs Tom in return and smiles.

He's still in a good mood and out of the cells, after all.

"And how are you?"

[bad_as_he_is]

"Better now that you're here."

He smiles and settles beside Lawrence.

"What's all this, then?"

[almost_arabian]

He keeps a light arm around Tom.

"It's a nearly-finished map of Iraq. I'm simply waiting for it to dry."

[bad_as_he_is]

"Iraq?"

He stares at it.

"That's an interesting sort of looking place. I believe you mentioned it in your reading."

[almost_arabian]

He nods a little.

"Yes. It is where I am currently living."

[bad_as_he_is]

He blushes.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Mister Lawrence. I suppose I was enjoying the motorcycle too much to notice."

[almost_arabian]

He shakes his head.

"Not at all, Tom. I rather think I might've moved since that time, regardless."

[bad_as_he_is]

He looks at Lawrence.

"Then you left for so very long then?"

[almost_arabian]

"I left for a long while comparitively, I suppose."

[bad_as_he_is]

He nods.

"es, indeed."

[almost_arabian]

Larwence folds up the map once it's mostly-dry.

"And what has been new with you, Tom?"

[bad_as_he_is]

He shrugs.

"Not much. I've kept largely to my work and my own business."

[almost_arabian]

"Probably for the best. No nasty pranks? I had worried."

After their incident with Draco.