[Flint is on his feet there in the room beyond the door. He has his sword belt in one hand, sword included, and a slim book in the other. From the state of the ordinarily strictly businesslike space—there are two shirts folded over the back of the low chair near the office's earth, and a pair of freshly blacked boots—, there is a distinct air of items being collected for packing in a bag. He is going somewhere, and her timing is convenient in the sense that in another few hours he might be entirely absent from the Gallows much less these particular rooms.
Hardly halfway across the threshold from the adjacent apartments, he stops. Some of the drawn low quality in his expression alters at the sight of her, but it doesn't ease so much as it does simply change shape.
He looks at her for a long beat. Then:]
Welcome back.
[Feels like something of an understatement, given the circumstances.]
When I die, ( again, for real, permanently, however you'd like to finish that sentence, ) no one's going to fucking believe it.
( this is a joke. it's also plausible, because a third funeral is quite frankly getting excessive, which makes it funnier, actually, and easier to say than any of the many other things that his understatement does and does not cover.
hardie pushes past her into the office proper, which is just as it should be, she thinks. they are safe.
the open door at her back makes her neck itch; when she pulls it to, coming in, it's a sidestep that keeps a stone wall behind her instead. )
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Hardly halfway across the threshold from the adjacent apartments, he stops. Some of the drawn low quality in his expression alters at the sight of her, but it doesn't ease so much as it does simply change shape.
He looks at her for a long beat. Then:]
Welcome back.
[Feels like something of an understatement, given the circumstances.]
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( this is a joke. it's also plausible, because a third funeral is quite frankly getting excessive, which makes it funnier, actually, and easier to say than any of the many other things that his understatement does and does not cover.
hardie pushes past her into the office proper, which is just as it should be, she thinks. they are safe.
the open door at her back makes her neck itch; when she pulls it to, coming in, it's a sidestep that keeps a stone wall behind her instead. )