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[quinceypmorris]

*once he's back in his room, alone, he'll pour himself a strong drink and sink into a chair-- he's grown tired of smiling and congratulating (he's happy for them, he is-- but being happy for someone else doesn't mean you're not miserable for yourself) and there is a certain relief in unhappiness, when it needn't be disguised*

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[three_proposals]

*and who should knock on his door, but a pretty, beaming Lucy?*

Mr. Morris?

[quinceypmorris]

*he really doesn't need this right now, but what's a man to do when the girl he's still hopelessly in love with shows up beaming at his door?*

*so he'll set his drink aside and go to the door, summoning a smile as best he can* Miss Lucy! What a surprise this is.

[three_proposals]

*has some flowers, which she'll hand to him! :D* You seemed a bit sad when I left you, Mr. Morris, and I couldn't sleep, so I went outside and I saw these, and I thought perhaps they would cheer you up, and I've not woken you, have I?

[quinceypmorris]

Thank you. *takes them, more glad for the distraction than anything-- he can search for a vase as they speak, and avoid her eyes as much as possible* Sad? Why, I couldn't be sad for a moment, at a time like this-- with you returned to this, I don't have a single reason to be anything but happy. So you see, you shouldn't be losing sleep on my account. And you didn't wake me, don't you worry about that. I haven't been to sleep yet.