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[acreage]

WHO: Holden, you!
WHAT: A catch-all for the month(?)
WHEN: After Satinalia and onwards
WHERE: Kirkwall, Gallows
NOTES: There'll be post-murderhaus stuff in here, so there may be references to some of the horror movie occurrences!

Starters will be in the comments! I'm sorry, I'll write a real log one day.

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[acreage]

"I know what you mean," he says, amused. "Helps that they make the best coffee in town here."

In his, you know, humble opinion.

"How are you?"

[thereneverwas]

"Do they?" Barrow looks curiously down at his cup, and takes a sip. "I've only recently acquired the taste."

To Holden's question, he idly shrugs a shoulder. "Keeping up just fine. I was more worried about how you'd come out of it, mate."

[acreage]

"Well, you've come to the right place."

He pauses to take another sip of his steaming drink, nodding a little in acknowledgment of Barrow's answer.

"Back in one piece," he answers, "which is nice."

[thereneverwas]

Barrow smirks. "Glad to hear it."

Then he falls silent for a time, perhaps an uncharacteristic move; it's not that he's someone who always has to talk, but he certainly wouldn't be described by most as taciturn, or awkward, both of which fit the bill at the moment.

Tapping the edge of his cup, he speaks down at it when he asks, "you doing all right otherwise?" In your mind, is implied.

[acreage]

Holden drains his own cup in the meantime, sensing where this is going. He can understand Barrow's worry, but this also isn't a topic he's particularly keen on discussing.

"I'm not in any danger of running from Riftwatch screaming," he says, dry, "if you're worried about that."

[thereneverwas]

"Well I know that much," Barrow answers amiably, "you can't, least as far as I'm aware. Or you can, but you won't like it." He holds up his left hand and wiggles its fingers to indicate where the shard would be, if he had one.

"Raw deal, though. Hopefully you don't find us too intolerable."

[acreage]

"Mmm. I forgot about that."

He considers his own hand briefly, sunlight glinting off the shard. He'd tried wearing gloves pretty religiously when he first got here, but has been more lax about it since murderhaus.

"No, I can't say I do." He says, and smiles faintly. "Like I said, no danger of that."

[thereneverwas]

"Hopefully it stays that way." Barrow sips from his coffee again. "I've been here about a year now, give or take. Sometimes everyone gets on like pigs in the mud, others..."

He pauses to consider his words.

"...well, not so much. But I like to think we're all still working toward the same thing." Sip. "Whatever that is."

He's probably joking.

[acreage]

Luckily, he's not the first person to express this kind of sentiment to Holden.

"Whatever that is," he agrees with some humor. "Some healthy disagreement isn't a bad thing."

[thereneverwas]

A chuckle, and Barrow raises his coffee cup to clink with Holden's.

"To healthy disagreement, in spades."

[acreage]

Well, he can toast to that, good humored.

"To healthy disagreement."