He'd had to let himself in to the hotel room, using magic to undo the lock, when Devin wouldn't answer the door. The boy didn't even look up when he came in. He sat there, flicking his lighter off and on, staring at the flame. He'd already lit his cigarette, though the ash was collecting on the end in a long column that looked ready to fall at
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The second time he still didn't say anything. He just wasn't that good at the emotional stuff.
The third time he waited a couple days and then knocked on Devin's hotel room the next morning.
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He was barely eating, and only showered because Fergus dragged him in there bodily.
He didn't know what was wrong, and didn't have the first clue how to fix it, but he'd be damned if he was going to give up.
He opened the door and almost sighed in relief when he saw Warren on the other side. "Hi."
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"... hi."
Pause.
"Am I interrupting?"
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"You're not interrupting."
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