[Of course. Of fucking course. This is his life, right down to the goddamn details. He really should have seen this coming, but somehow, he never does.]
[He stares at Locus for a moment longer, and then he puts his hand over his eyes and just laughs. It's a far cry from a few minutes ago - now it's quiet and resigned and just this side of helpless, and it only lasts for a few seconds. He stops and breathes and-]
Of course you don't.
[There's resignation in his tone, slightly buoyed by weak humor, because laughing at this beats any and all of the alternatives. He heads to the nearest table and sets the bag down, opening it to reveal the aforementioned beer, as well as a packet of what look like cookies and a small metallic envelope of something else.]
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[He stares at Locus for a moment longer, and then he puts his hand over his eyes and just laughs. It's a far cry from a few minutes ago - now it's quiet and resigned and just this side of helpless, and it only lasts for a few seconds. He stops and breathes and-]
Of course you don't.
[There's resignation in his tone, slightly buoyed by weak humor, because laughing at this beats any and all of the alternatives. He heads to the nearest table and sets the bag down, opening it to reveal the aforementioned beer, as well as a packet of what look like cookies and a small metallic envelope of something else.]
Is Luna around?