for Strat

[tohearthesound]

It's been five days since his visit to Baker Street. Rache is making plans.

(He is free but he has no resources. Travel costs; his room and board here costs. He is considering prize fights or thievery. Some perverse part of him wants to try his hand a detective work.)

For now, he has tea and a good view of the bar. It's enough.

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[finaldiscussion]

[tohearthesound]

At first glance, he thinks it's Holmes--his Holmes rather than any other of his acquaintance. (Hallucination or wishful thinking, he doesn't choose to dwell.)

The realization that it's Strat sinks into him slowly.

(He remembers being torn out, being drawn away by the coven and wondering if he would ever get back here. If he would ever see him again.)

Now he's here--they're here--and all he can do for the moment is stare.

[finaldiscussion]

"Well," he murmurs.

"How fascinating."

[tohearthesound]

He smiles, slow and a touch unsteady.

"I do try."