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[key_youth_bert]

Sometime after this, Cuthbert is outside, sitting with his back against a tree near the edge of the forest.

There's a bottle of graf close at hand

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[honest_johns]

A shadow detaches itself from that of a clump of trees, as Alain moves towards him.

"That so?"

A faint, troubled frown. Concerned.

[key_youth_bert]

Normally, sneaking up on a gunslinger is a difficult thing, even for another gunslinger.

Sneaking up on a gunslinger who's depressed and well on his way to being drunk, however...

Cuthbert tenses, and doesn't relax all the way even when he sees it's Alain.

"Where'd you come from?"

[honest_johns]

"Was out for a walk. Wanted some air -- it's a nice night."

Calm and conversational, but the worry on his face is only deepening.

He could say Didn't mean to startle you, but that only calls attention to the fact that Cuthbert must be preoccupied indeed to have been startled. Alain didn't think to make noise, but he wasn't trying to sneak.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert glances up at the sky with its unfamiliar moon and stars. "It is, isn't it?"

He sounds vaguely surprised. It somehow doesn't seem like it should be a nice night.