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[grahamcommawill]

Who: Will & Richie
What: Saying goodbyes and possibly inspirational parting words.
Where: Richie's cabin.
When: Early evening.
Notes: None I can think of! Swearing. That's an obvious one.

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[notafuckingnut]

After Lua's strange disappearance, Richie had effectively holed himself up in his room, not so much by intention as circumstance. He'd considered dropping by Will's cabin, if for no other reason than someone to rant at about how ridiculous and unfair it was, but instead he'd dug out all the comics he'd managed to amass and started them all from the beginning.

At the moment, escape seemed like the better option.

But then there came the knock. He groaned in annoyance at the interruption, blurted out his usual "WHAT," and quickly followed it with the equally-customary-by-now declaration that he could have just come in.

The comic, currently "Astonishing X-Men issue number 4", didn't even lower. Aside from the usual entrance routine Richie didn't even seem to notice Will was there.

[grahamcommawill]

Customary, routine, ritual-all the same thing. The same thing he did each time, no different than John getting a glass of water from Will's kitchen before saying anything.

So, Will entered and sat down at his usual spot. He was used to being ignored, only the cause of it this time was surprising. Huh. X-Men. He could almost swear they'd had a few on the Barge. The blue and fuzzy one, maybe. It was difficult to remember.

"I can see why you've been quiet lately," he said with a nod toward the comics. Small talk for now.

[notafuckingnut]

A page flipped; he wasn't at the good part yet, the Final Showdown, but the set-up was there, everything aligning. He knew the ending was bullshit, a fluke meeting with a guy who just so happened to have the ability to undo everything and it would turn out the whole thing never happened, but he wasn't there yet, there were still infinite possibilities.

Will was still there. Sitting there, just...watching. He sighed in irritation and lowered the book fractionally, enough so he could peer over the top at his warden.

"What d'you want? I'm busy."

[grahamcommawill]

Will scoffed a little. Okay, so small talk was out. That's fine. He drummed his fingers on his knee, then sat up a bit straighter.

"I just stopped by to tell you I'm leaving. I mean for good. Not a vacation, or anything like that."