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[cheevy]

At the end of the day, he just wants to be loved

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[a1waysright]

She should look familiar. In fact, she looks exactly the same as the last time they talked.

"Hey there." Her voice is soft. He's not a friend, perse, but he's someone she knows, and hurting. In a way, she's still hurting too. Misery loves company, after all.

[cheevy]

He does remember, in a sort of muddled, fuzzy way, and smiles at her from behind his hair.

"Hi. Join me?"

Not one for lengthy preambles today.

[a1waysright]

"Thanks. Sure."

It's good to not be alone, even if it just with someone she's talked to once. "Rough night?"

[cheevy]

"Few nights." He keeps his hands wrapped around the teacup. "There was this amnesia thing, right, and then it all... suddenly came back. And then some. With a vengance. Tea?"

[fortunateboy]

He spots him.

A small smile on his lips.

Fortune makes his way over to Miniver and sits on the seat beside him.

"My dear Bar," he says in that rich, southern accent, "I think the heat outside calls for sweetened iced tea." Fortune turns a bit to grin at Miniver. "You look like a cat that's been let out in the rain too long, darlin'."

[cheevy]

Not a whole LOT could startle Miniver today, but this does. He nearly falls off his chair as he jerks upright and stares at the card.

"When did you get here??"

[fortunateboy]

He reaches out to steady him as his tea appears on Bar's surface. Fortune's chuckling, but it's a kind sound.

"A few weeks back. When I come in, I keep an eye out for you, but you've been scarce. Hadn't seen you before or after the Ruin incident."

[cheevy]

"I lost my boyfriend then lost my memory then lost my mind. I got two out of three back." Not bad, all told.