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[roadmostbloody]

Someone is doing paperwork he should have done a week ago, checking stocks and figures, reading between the lines of correspondance and ordering it all into the neat stacks.  What can be trusted, who, where?  Someone is doing this paperwork because it needs to be done.

Not because he's avoiding anything.

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[greenasamber]

Of course not. And Amber hasn't been hiding, either -- she's just been at work, then out in the city. All day, and into the evening, trying to figure out what to say to him...

And now she's back, with a box and a nervous, uncertain look on her face as she raps lightly on the doorframe.

"...Norman?"

[roadmostbloody]

He looks up, gestures her in with a nod. Shh, just a moment, he's tallying something. Influence, votes.

[greenasamber]

She frowns a little, feeling terribly small, and comes inside to wait for him to finish. The box smells like fruit, and powdered sugar.

[roadmostbloody]

It's not long. Just long enough for him to make her wait a bit. Petty, Norman, petty. But he smiles to see her, at least, rising to kiss her check.

"Evening, love."