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[kingshit_lloyd]

This wasn't a conversation Lloyd was eager to have. Matter of fact, the one time he'd been less eager to be at Glen's doorstep was back when he'd come to discuss truce terms (a talk he'd had enough sense not to start with 'Hey, man, about that shooting in you in the face thing'). But this wasn't a hell lot better than that, and the dread was

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[intrinsicworth]

Glen, possessed of a headache to beat all headaches himself, sat reading and trying not to do too much of anything. He was far too tired for much else after the party the night before. Kojak as usual, sat at his feet dozing. He'd been occupied the day before as well, serving as an activity to keep the children of those who wanted to attend the party occupied.

Not so tired though that the dog didn't hear Lloyd's approach. Kojak lifted his head and whined, getting Glen's attention.

"Hmmm, Scott maybe. Come to gloat over how fine he's feeling. As if he weren't ruing the day he was born yesterday after all that pie," Glen chuckled.

He got to his feet in anticipation of the knock the sounded a few seconds later.

[kingshit_lloyd]

Lloyd heard Kojak crying inside the hut, and he thought he could hear Glen's voice, too. But he wasn't sure, and his patience was running rapidly thin.

"Hey! Hey, Glen, come on!" he called out. "Open up, I gotta talk to you!"

He was making way too much noise, but even the painful echo in his ears was somehow better than quiet, creeping anticipation.

When the door finally opened, Lloyd was pale and sweaty, wishing he could press a fast-forward button someplace, just so he could skip to the end of this fucking conversation.

[intrinsicworth]

The smile on Glen's face slipped a little at the tone of that voice, but then he snorted. "Rabbits," he said and went to the door, opening it and fully expecting to see Lloyd facing him with a problem that really wasn't.

Instead, he saw it written all over Lloyd's face. A Problem with a capital P.

"Come in Lloyd," he said cautiously, "And stop making all of that racket. Come in and sit down. What's the problem?" he asked as lightly as possible despite the ever sinking feeling in his chest.

The last time Lloyd had come to him with a face like that had been the last time he'd ever wanted to see it. But he couldn't be the grumpy old man in the cartoons just now and close the door in Lloyd's face to say he didn't want anything Lloyd was selling. He'd already bought.

[kingshit_lloyd]

Lloyd could only fucking wish this had been about a rabbit emergency. As it was, the problem on his face was spelled with a capital F.

Which conveniently stood for Fuck, too.

"Sorry," he muttered in response, wondering if Glen already knew, just from looking at him. "Didn't mean to wake the neighborhood." He made a feeble attempt at a smile, just to feel a little closer to normal, but it was too sour to go anywhere near one.

He followed Glen inside, moving like a fucking zombie; he had to remind himself to breathe, and to do it slowly enough so he could think while at it. He sank into a chair, absently brushing his hand against Kojak's fur, almost by reflex.

Well, might as well just go ahead and fucking say it.

"He's here," he said, voice dry and weirdly calm, like he was giving a status report back in Vegas. Glen knew exactly who he was without any elaboration, but Lloyd gave it anyway: "Flagg's here. I saw him last night."

He looked squarely at Glen, frozen in place, and waited for his reaction.