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[encryptedlock]

[York is out in the graveyard today, somewhat predictably given recent circumstances. Three graves have fresh flowers on them today: his own, with a single yellow rose, Sister's, with a yellow-and-blue chrysanthemum arrangement, and Kat's, with pale blue winter roses. He speaks aloud to the grave, though the journal also picks it up.Shitty that

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[loisfuckinglane]

[Oh... crap. Lois was hoping no one was out here. Maybe they didn't see her. She tries to wheel around on her heel and head back out of the graveyard--]

[encryptedlock]

[He looks up, but it's not with any real enthusiasm. While he'd heard that "Lois" was the one who'd been possessed, he hadn't actually been in control of himself during the episode except for a brief moment that had mostly consisted of observing dead bodies and blanking out until he was out and Washington was out and he was more concerned with getting his alive friend to safety.]

Room for everyone. Don't let me crowd you out.

[loisfuckinglane]

If you're sure. [But she does sound... grateful, and takes a step closer to look over the graves.]

It's her birthday today?

[encryptedlock]

[He nods and tries not to sound too bitter when he talks.]

Would be 23, if birthdays here actually counted. Still not sure they do. Never thought of Spartans as younger than me.

[hulloeverything]

[was out for a walk when he notices York. He slowly makes his way over, hands in his pockets. Not wanting to intrude too much he clears his throat when he gets closer, just to let York know he's there.]

[encryptedlock]

[He looks up at the throat-clearing and nods.]

Hey, Doctor. You been okay?

[hulloeverything]

[smiles softly]

Ah, yes, I've been quite alright. How about you? How are you holding up?

[encryptedlock]

[He sighs in answer.]

Been okay. Just hope she's okay when she comes back. It's not easy.

[beltbucklerebel]

[Booth doesn't have any offerings, but with the events so fresh in his mind it's hard to pass up the graveyard on his way back from the shooting range. His excuse would be that he's too new to sort the recent victims from the numerous tombstones scattered there...but that was a lie. While he didn't blame himself for their deaths, the victims' names were as clear in his head as the list of those he had been responsible for.

Staring down at a nearby headstone, he isn't speaking to the dead like York, but he takes a second to cross himself as he finishes whatever silent prayer is going on in his head]

[encryptedlock]

[It's oddly comforting, really, to be out here - but then that could just be York. You don't live most of your adult life as a professional soldier and not get used to this kind of thing, unfortunately.]

Morning.

[beltbucklerebel]

[have a short nod in response]

Been out here long?

[encryptedlock]

[The morbid answer is that he's been out here since the Day of the Dead, if you're counting tombstones.]

Nah. Didn't really realize it was her birthday until a few minutes ago, and--well, I had to get flowers, at least.

[onemanshort]

[this place was seeing a great deal more traffic than usual, suddenly.

It wasn't a change Kaylee was grateful for.

She didn't really want to disturb him, doing her best to focus on Sam's headstone while he talks to Kat, but when he sits down she decides she'd doesn't want to just ignore him.

Softly, as she approaches] Hey...

[encryptedlock]

[He nods at her, sounding tired.]

Hey, Kaylee. You okay?

[onemanshort]

Better'n some, I think. [a glance at the flowers] You holdin' up okay?

[encryptedlock]

I'm fine, yeah. Not like it hasn't happened before, and at least it's not permanent here.

Usually.