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[muckspout]

WHO: Edgard and YOU
WHAT: I'm doing the catch-all thing too
WHEN: Now-ish, post-Murderhaus and Satinalia
WHERE: Various places
NOTES: Open to all unless otherwise specified. Post-murderhaus stuff might have murdery discussions

All prompts in comments! Feel three to throw wildcards in here if you so desire. I love you.

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[acreage]

He drops his hand as Edgard sits back and breathes out, wry.

Isn't that the fucking question? Tempting to say, I'm more of a negative example, but that's not going to be helpful.

"For a start? You let people help you. I couldn't have done it on my own, but I had friends to remind me of what's important."

[muckspout]

"Friends." Edgard repeats and snorts out a bitter laugh. He's not exactly had a warm welcome into Riftwatch. He grabs the empty bottle, putting it in one hand and then the other and then points the end at Holden. It wobbles.

"Well, I have you. That's a start."

[acreage]

That — actually makes him smile, even if it's small. From the way that response that started, he'd been concerned Edgard would say he doesn't have anyone.

"That is a start," he agrees readily. "And there'll be others. In the meantime, I'll do what I can to help."

[muckspout]

Edgard smiles back and hits Holden on the shoulder. (It's friendly) He then wobbles a little and blinks a few times. Finally, he leans his head down onto one hand.

"Thank you." He says quietly.