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[soapcarvedhands]

Oh, look! A tall blond Harding is nursing a cup of tea. He looks a little preoccupied, a little lost to the world.

[OOC: I, too, am a little preoccupied. Wouldn't mind the company, but it'd be slow work! :D]

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[visible_sariel]

Holy cycles of good and bad, Batman!

the bar's up one abandoned booth; Sariel was in it until she spotted a familiar tall blond friend, at which point she scrambled out the nearer end and made the proverbial beeline. she won't spill his tea, she promises.

Really, she won't. She's made a rather sudden stop about a handspan from his chair, just short of actually glomping him. She could possibly be entertaining fears that he'll shatter if touched. "Harding? Oh my goodness! that... that is you, isn't it?"

[soapcarvedhands]

"Hmm?"

He looks around vaguely and then focuses within seconds. "Oh!" he says, clearly thrilled. "My god!"

He leaps up, nearly knocking over his chair in the process, and holds out his arms expectantly.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's very likely going to be thanking said God by the end of this, if patterns of behavior hold.

Right now though? To heck with fears of utter shatterdom; ignoring that expectant reach is just not happening. Lo, there is hugging. "Dieu, Harding--you had me worried! It's been weeks at least, for me and are you alright?"

Somebody's flipped the uncommonly-used 'talk' switch.

[soapcarvedhands]

His arms are tight and relieved around her: breakage seems unlikely.

"Weeks, yes, and a little battered but just fine otherwise." He smiles at her, a full, sweet, sincere smile that has real happiness behind it. "Things are getting a little hot at home--there's a troublemaker--but he's been distracting the lovely Nurse Ratched, so it's been a little easier for the rest of us.

"And how are you?"