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Hoping you're one of a very short list of people who aren't pissed at me right now.

Heard about Alicent. I'm sorry, John.

If you need anything - I've got an awful lot of free time on my hands I'm thinking about filling with shifts at the Hex Club. Come on by, drinks on me.

[breeding]

[ When Alicent disappears, he goes numb.

Well, that's not quite right. When Alicent disappears, he starts to feel everything. Everything, suddenly, is too much. Too much noise that isn't her heartbeat, isn't her laugh. Too much pressure on the center of his chest, like a great weight or a fist squeezing his heart until he feels like he's going to choke. It had been like this, each time she'd asked him to look for another missing kid. Aegon, Helaena, Aemond. All of them gone. He thinks he'd settle for her bones.

There's a moment, when the wolf's head goes up in flames, that he feels something like pity, like sympathy, for the souls trapped inside. But it disappears along with Alicent in the trek back to the house.

When Hawk's text comes through, it takes reading it a few times over for it to stick. The words don't make sense in this configuration. The shape of sorry for your loss doesn't fit into his worldview. He thinks, ironically, of the same thing he'd thought when Ryan had turned Stormfront into charcoal. It's not fair.

He doesn't think about John. He doesn't think about the fact that he doesn't drink. ]

see you there.