Nightshift 36: M31-40

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[M39]

Dinner finished, Zelnick grabbed his flashlight and settled down with his journal and a pen, fully intending to catch up on taking down notes-- and finding himself too distracted to do more than scribble out vague doodles in the margins, occasionally jotting down a word or two before becoming distracted again.

Well, supposedly, allies would come by and distract him. And until then, it wouldn't hurt to try and sketch out Talana's smile from memory, the way her eyes should flash, the curl of her hair...

Comments

[nobleman]

Sometimes Guy worried that he was just pretending he had let all of it go. He had to keep reminding both himself and other people that he was at peace now, and he wasn't sure how convincing it was. Apparently Claude believed it, though, and that was good. Guy had been told before that he seemed well-adjusted, and he was certainly more mature than Luke and Tear, but that didn't mean he was perfect by any means.

Guy nodded when Claude admitted to having his own issues. That was typical of everyone, even if some people certainly had lived harder lives than others. Trying to rank who was the most miserable seemed pretty silly, though. Everyone dealt with their problems differently.

Considering some of the heavy topics they had touched at, Guy could agree that they should probably check up on each other come tomorrow. "Sounds good," he responded. "I'll keep an eye on the bulletin tomorrow, though apologies in advance for the bad handwriting," he said lightly, indicating his arm even though the reason for his comment was already obvious.

Then again, if this healing thing turned out well, maybe he wouldn't need to worry about that. One could always hope. Guy used his left hand to wave a final goodbye to his friend and then headed through the open door into the clinic.

[To here.]