There is a Danny in the bar, sitting at a table by himself - he's got no idea where Matt is, but he assumes if Matt needs him, he'll find him. Matt's good at that
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"So you know how I said I wasn't going to write anything while we were in Ithaca? I don't think that applies here. I think the rules have changed now that we're stuck in a pocket dimension at the end of the universe."
That's the kind of greeting you get when an increasingly frantic Matt unceremoniously paces past from you, massaging his temple just to have something to do with his hands.
It's not that he has nothing to do, it's that he's completely unequipped to do anything he's good for here.
See? Danny knew Matt would find him when he needed him. It's like magic or something.
He glances up as Matt walks by him, not bothering to hide a bit of a smile. He'd been keeping a mental count of how long it took for Matt to get to this point. "You think so?"
For once, she's not frowning in concentration at a notebook or sketchbook... she's frowning thoughtfully at nothing in particular.
She made a new friend today. And talking to him was fun - a fellow artist, New Yorker...
Junkie.
He got her thinking. About withdrawal and... the fact that she never actually chose to get clean. And the fact that she really... wouldn't mind a hit all that badly. Not that she needs it, just... she's not even sure.
If Danny could distract her, she'd be eternally grateful.
Danny glances up at her. Quickly looks around to see if he can spot Suzanne, sees that the blond assistant is nowhere in sight, and decides it can't be that dangerous if she's alone. It's just when the girls get together that scary things and doom happen.
April blinks and glances over in a distracted way, like she isn't sure she'd actually heard anything. A smile flickers over her face rather tentatively.
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That's the kind of greeting you get when an increasingly frantic Matt unceremoniously paces past from you, massaging his temple just to have something to do with his hands.
It's not that he has nothing to do, it's that he's completely unequipped to do anything he's good for here.
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He glances up as Matt walks by him, not bothering to hide a bit of a smile. He'd been keeping a mental count of how long it took for Matt to get to this point. "You think so?"
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For once, she's not frowning in concentration at a notebook or sketchbook... she's frowning thoughtfully at nothing in particular.
She made a new friend today. And talking to him was fun - a fellow artist, New Yorker...
Junkie.
He got her thinking. About withdrawal and... the fact that she never actually chose to get clean. And the fact that she really... wouldn't mind a hit all that badly. Not that she needs it, just... she's not even sure.
If Danny could distract her, she'd be eternally grateful.
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"Hey, April."
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"Hey, Danny."
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