tell them I'm all right, I'm coming home

[northseaflotsam]

Well.

After that, he needs a little while to unwind -- the state of his nerves, he's liable to pinpoint himself to Mars by mistake, and in any case he's not ready to face Clar just yet. So he walks, mostly aimless, back through the lobbies and thoroughfares and arcades and plazas until he's out in one of those unexpected greenswards that the

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[le_desirous]

And Sagramore ends up there, as he sometimes does, his hair streakier than ever and his eyes badly bruised and bloodshot, looking exhausted but calm.

"Hello."

[northseaflotsam]

Mordred looks up, startled, and then holds out his arms by way of greeting.

[le_desirous]

"There you are." Sagramore embraces him in return, pulling Mordred against himself.

[northseaflotsam]

"Aye." Mordred leans into his arms gratefully. "You look like bloody hell."