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[ipswichson]

[Caleb knows when his life in Duplicity had changed. He had been so excited for his friends, for the magic, for the chances he had here even if he missed his friends. The day he had been hurt emotionally for his friendships, for those he had slept with, and shamed for doing what he had to when this place attacks them from every front. He had watched a door destroyed, seen the anger directed at him for the same things the other person was doing, and he had reacted to the feelings he had for the person, and not protecting himself.

He'd always done for others first.

It had been a mistake and he had hurt himself and let another be hurt when he walked out but it had been for the best. He had to get a new starter, and get back to those he'd worried about seeing for their own sake.

His friendship with Chris had started spur of the moment, with danger and flaunting the rules. It should never be any other way, really.]

What time? Are we talking the witching hour? lol

[chrisisofaith]

[He could almost breathe a sigh of relief. Not a bridge burned, then, just left to gather dust. Maybe he could put things right again. Well, at least try.

The response made him smile, though he had no idea what 'lol' meant.]

Sure. Sounds appropriate for us.

You got a preference for alcohol?

[ipswichson]

Will we be running from guards again too?

[It's not stopping him from going either. He wants to. To get out. To maybe practice magic. To be himself and embrace that and not feel he has to second guess what he's doing or who he's with.]

I don't drink a lot. Beers fine. Wine even.

[chrisisofaith]

Only if we're lucky.

[Not if they were good, but they'd see. He shrugged to himself and headed that way, resolving to pick up whatever looked good and go with it.]

I'll get us something. See you soon?