Carcer is back in his sort-of-usual body, the one he's been wearing around the Nexus anyway, and is waiting in that Place for Revan to stop by. Not that he gave him a time and not that he's just waiting around to see if Revan stops by, but he's got a drink in one hand and he wouldn't be adverse to sharing the bottle with any friend who happens by.

He can have his musician. I don't care. I don't. He's wrong.

I don't need him. I don't need it. All over an accident. I still don't know why he was so upset.

I'm well out of it.

Carcer comes home rather later than usual.

He thinks Revan's still mad, though he can't imagine why, he hadn't been aiming for that kid, he'd expected him to move, honest, it wasn't his fault ( Read more... )

You seem to be having difficulties coming to terms with the fact that I like a plant more than I like you.The words are still echoing in his ears, even days later, even with the drink and the trip he took to that world where he...got the bloodstains on his clothing. He's angry, very much, and hurt. Not that he would ever admit it. But Revan's ( Read more... )

The Nexus Libraries are ( Read more... )

Carcer manages to PINpoint him and Revan directly onto the couch. Cos he's smart like that. (luck!)

He sets the device on the coffeetable and puts his hands back on Revan's head, stroking his hair and touching his face.

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The place Carcer leads Revan is a small room with squashy armchairs and couches, and a kitchen.  It's very small.  But it should be suitable for their needs.

His hand is still in the sith's hair.  

I kissed Jon in the Nexus. I don't really know why, didn't really want to until he started poking me with that look in his eye he gets...ahem. Right.

He almost ran away until I asked him to stay.

...I'm a little confused.