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[pink_sombrera]

Sheemie is in the bar, carefully not looking at the front door or the fire.

He's focusing on the people.

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[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert's sitting at the bar, with coffee. He nods to Sheemie, with a smile that's only a little bit crooked--he hasn't failed to notice the not-looking, and he understands.

[pink_sombrera]

Sheemie nods back and drifts over to join him.

[key_youth_bert]

"Hey, Sheemie. You holding up okay?"

Autumns were never easy for any of them, after Susan's death, but after Roland, Cuthbert always worried most for Sheemie, who knew her the longest.

And who, all of of them, was the only one who actually tried to save her.

[pink_sombrera]

Sheemie nods. "Well enough, so I am. And thee?"