he'll get there right on time (or thereabouts, anyway) an' besides him bein' a little more identifiably older there ain't much else that's new. more grey in the hair, couple more lines where the weather's done its damage in the southern sun. he's a hard thirty-two, but that's war for you.
he slips into a seat behind the bar an' just waits for her to finish up politely. ﹚
[Most of Clarke's finishing up is mostly in the back, though she pokes her head out when she hears that Gene's arrived to give him a nod. She pauses as she does, taking in the different appearance. Ten years and then some, possibly—more than the six years she had felt, but her six years were shockingly peaceful. It may have shaved some years off her life for what would come next.
Closing down takes a tiny bit longer than she expected, but she comes out when she's done, having pushed her hair back behind her ears. She's wetted her hair a bit, too, almost in preparation for how hot it'll be once they leave the cool air of the air conditioning inside of Red Wings.]
﹙ he wishes he had a goddamn cigarette. his fingers keep twitching in the unselfconscious motion of knockin' ash off a cherry. he ain't well an' truly a fidgetin' sort, but he finds himself toyin' with whatever he has close to hand. when clarke finishes up, he sets it aside an' stands to greet her, offerin' out an arm to wrap her up in a fond hug. ﹚
An' how.
﹙ that's playful enough, as far as greetings go. ﹚
Busy. From what I know, uncharacteristically so for a place that only opened up a few months ago. ["From what she knows." Clarke's management of Red Wings is mostly through winging it. She trusts most of the Displaced more than she trusts herself.] Of course, it helps that we put a face to what we were doing.
[There was always a risk to things going badly right after, but so far, so good.
She just worries that they won't be able to keep it up if anything flips against their favor.]
（ he gestures for her to precede him out the establishment's front door (he never has gotten used to the doors of the future) an' then falls into step beside her. the night's warm, but it's a familiar sort of warm that don't trouble him much at all. hell, he'd take just about any climate you can imagine over the cold in belgium in '44. ）
What, raisin' Hell, you mean?
（ ain't like the displaced don't get into their share of trouble. ）
And helping, [she says, pushing back. Clarke is doing a lot more good for this world than her own, even if it's never at the heart of her goals. That's always been the aim of other people. Keeping the Displaced safe so that she can utilize that in time has been her primary focus.
It's also one that's slipping from her, bit by bit.]
We've done some good here. [But she'll argue for the Displaced she cares about.] I know that you have.
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﹙ he's teasing too. it comes easy. ﹚
Whereabouts are you at?
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﹙ an' off he goes!!
he'll get there right on time (or thereabouts, anyway) an' besides him bein' a little more identifiably older there ain't much else that's new. more grey in the hair, couple more lines where the weather's done its damage in the southern sun. he's a hard thirty-two, but that's war for you.
he slips into a seat behind the bar an' just waits for her to finish up politely. ﹚
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Closing down takes a tiny bit longer than she expected, but she comes out when she's done, having pushed her hair back behind her ears. She's wetted her hair a bit, too, almost in preparation for how hot it'll be once they leave the cool air of the air conditioning inside of Red Wings.]
Ready to go?
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An' how.
﹙ that's playful enough, as far as greetings go. ﹚
How's business an' the like been?
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[There was always a risk to things going badly right after, but so far, so good.
She just worries that they won't be able to keep it up if anything flips against their favor.]
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What, raisin' Hell, you mean?
（ ain't like the displaced don't get into their share of trouble. ）
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It's also one that's slipping from her, bit by bit.]
We've done some good here. [But she'll argue for the Displaced she cares about.] I know that you have.