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[key_youth_bert]

It's late, but Cuthbert's not asleep.

He's sitting at his desk, writing in a slim, leatherbound notebook.

Well, trying to write is probably more accurate.

(all this you can leave behind)

This is proving harder than he thought it would.

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[sai_delgado]

There's a sound at the door, but no knock.

A moment later, Susan slips in, moving quietly-- and then pauses when she sees that he's awake.

"I'd thought ye'd be asleep." Soft concern shows clearly.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert shakes his head, closing the notebook and setting it aside.

"Been...well, not so much getting anything done, but sitting here with a notebook at least adds to the air of productiveness."

[sai_delgado]

She crosses the room to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I kennit." Softly still.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert reaches up to cover her hand with his.

"How was your day?"

He knows how it must have been, but it's either that or just come out and say who have you talked to, who knows, and who do we have still to tell?