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[stilljustandrew]

It's taken a little longer than he hoped, but Andrew Wells is in the bar tonight with a small box from a well-reputed magic shop, containing an item he promised someone last month.

He's sitting at the bar drinking hot cocoa, and looking around for Teddy Altman.

(But he'll talk to anyone!)

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[i_heart_winona]

John, still sporting a very fashionable (read: scruffy) beard, flopped into the seat next to him. "Hey."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew turns, and his face lights up with a bizarre combination of pleased recognition and dismay.

(The dismay is also one of recognition. He knows that beard.)

"Crichton!"

[i_heart_winona]

John grimaced at the dismay that flashes over his friend's face. Yeah. John's sure he knew.

"Andrew. How're you?"

[stilljustandrew]

"I, I'm good," he says. "Good. Um."

Long pause.

"You okay, man?"

[i_heart_winona]

"Great." John lied, clearing his throat before wincing. "I can't...she's gone, again, Andrew. And she's pregnant."

shit.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew's indrawn breath hisses through his teeth.

(And if he's remembering a shouted argument with Aeryn Sun, here in the bar, years ago -- if he's praying that turns out to be a different timeline --)

(If he is, there's no sign of it on his face.)

"Oh, god."

[i_heart_winona]

"Yeah." John ran a hand over his beard, shaking his head. "It doesn't stop, the shit. It just keeps comin'."

[stilljustandrew]

He would love more than anything else to be able to tell John that it does stop, that he can wait it out, ride it out, that everything'll be okay in the end.

Instead he hitches a shaky breath and lets it out again. "Guess the Landlord or someone thought you deserved a break."

[i_heart_winona]

"Yeah, and a meal." John snorted, rubbing his eyes. "I'm just...so sick of it all."

[stilljustandrew]

Tentatively: "So a break's probably a good thing."

He remembers John during this sequence.

Somewhere in his head, he's hearing the 1812 Overture.

[i_heart_winona]

As soon as John comes back from the neeext sequence of events, he will never stop humming it :(

"Yeah." John conceded. "It is. I just...damn. You know?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Yeah."

There really doesn't seem to be a whole lot else to say to that.

"Want to talk about it some more, or talk about something else as a distraction?"

[i_heart_winona]

"Somethin' else." John sighed, appreciative. "But you decide. My galaxy sucks."

[stilljustandrew]

"Um."

Beat.

"Vampire attacks are down back home," he offers.