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[takiena_called]

Mornings are hard. Finn can't handle being alone in the mornings (it's easier later in the day, but in the mornings--when he's just woken up from dreams that leave him in tears--it is impossible). So no matter when he wakes up--and this morning it was very early, before the light had started streaming through his window--he stays under his covers

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[pwyll_twiceborn]

Last time Paul spoke to Finn dan Shahar, he ended up with a broken nose.

He has tape stuck over it now, holding it back into shape. It looks slightly undignified, which means that it's less than the optimum conditions under which to talk to Finn -

- but from the way he looks and sounds, right now, optimum conditions aren't so much of a concern.

Paul knows enough to know that Finn in this state, mishandled, could very possibly be dangerous not just to himself or to Paul but to the bar as well.

"Finn," he says, quietly. "What has happened?"

[takiena_called]

Finn doesn't react to his approach (Finn might very well not have heard him coming, noise drowned out by loss), and when the Twiceborn speaks he reacts with a quick, startled withdrawal and look of fear that doesn't fade away.

After a long moment Finn falls quiet, and says in a voice raw with yelling in fear and grief, "He's gone."

[pwyll_twiceborn]

Paul doesn't sit down beside him, but stands, looking down and frowning.

'He?'

In light of what he knows, that may well refer to Darien - but it's been two weeks since their last conversation, and he has not seen Finn between then and now. Making a wrong guess could be unwise.

"How long have you been out here?"

[takiena_called]

Finn shakes his head, dazed,looking up at the sun to check the time (looking away again, quickly--it doesn't make sense). "I don't--I--it was one in the afternoon, the clock--"

He looks back up at the Twiceborn, confusion writ across his face (he's fallen to the ground sometime during the hours he was outside, but he didn't even notice until now).