Apr 13, 2008 22:31
*The front door opens and in comes Andrew, shoulders slumped in weariness.*
*Said weariness is partly because of the recent lengthy Council debates on what to do about the turncoat Slayer; the consensus, at least for now, is that they have more important things to do -- and can't risk another raid on Wolfram & Hart to find her. It's also partly because it's pretty late at night in New York, right now.*
*A large part of it, though, might be because he and Jonathan haven't spoken more than six words to each other in weeks.*
*Andrew gets a table, and asks the first waitrat to come along for grilled cheese and a mug of hot cocoa. With miniature marshmallows.*
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