I get it now, I'm the face, I'm the cause of war. We don't have to blame white coated men anymore.

[changingtheodds]

Aniki is curled up in an armchair in The Coffee Shop, reading a book. Terrier, to be exact, though she seems to be reading the same section over and over again, running her fingers over the pages with a lonely look on her face.

Murphy is out drinking. It’s Holy Week. What else is a quasilapsed Irish Catholic Knight of the Cross to do

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[w_for_wizard]

Harry's never been very good at holidays. Honestly, he's a little shaky on even the date lately - coming through the Rift will throw off anyone's sense of time.

But he's tracked Murphy down, intentionally or not, and he slides into the seat next to Murphy. Only after he sits down does he pause to ask, "Mind a little company?"

[whateverthemess]

She looks up in surprise, the tiredness lifting from her expression for a moment at the sight of him. "Not at all."

She welcomes it, in fact. Normally at this time of year she'd be swamped by family gathers, phone calls and nieces and nephews and Easter-egg hunts. But half the people in the theater don't celebrate Easter--and those are the ones that even know what it is. The thought puts quiet pressure on her heart again. Murphy scratches her forehead and gives a quick sigh before downing the rest of her drink and signaling the bartender.

[w_for_wizard]

Harry smiles a little and eyes her silently for a minute, glances briefly past her to the bartender, back again to Murphy. "So..." he says slowly. "Bad day?"

There's a faint worried frown on his face despite his attempts to look nothing more than friendly and interested. It's not hard to tell she's not feeling great right now, between her expression, the slope of her shoulders... Plus, the way she's drinking might have a little something to do with it. Maybe.