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should we talk?

[YEAH, GARRETT, YOU PROBABLY SHOULD. DAMN. You probably should have a WEEK AGO when this ended! Or a week before that, when your memories came back! Instead he spent the second week being moody and avoidant- oh, except for the two days when he got himself thrown into solitary confinement as punishment for refusing to do his torture-job. But in general that second week he was drunk a lot, extremely stressed all the time, and refused to look anyone in his family in the eye. Awkwardness everywhere.

But hell. After this, he figures he can't avoid talking to Keith forever. Things have to be worked out, or at least aired out.]

No.

[ MAYBE AVOIDING WAS A BETTER IDEA ]

i kind of feel like we should?

[also, he knows where Keith lives. To be fair, if Keith pays attention (especially to his army of 6+ dogs that are constantly out and about), he probably knows where Garrett lives. It's a hotel. Everyone walks by everyone eventually.]

I don't.

[ you'll never catch him Hawke he's faster than you ]

[omg keith.]

please?

i'll bring stella

[their beloved dog from the Stepford times, who (along with Crusher) spent all day at home with Keith, and loved him so.]

[ ...Ok you make a compelling argument.

Ugh. ]

Fine
But hurry before I change my mind

[o thank god]

where are you?

Outside the hotel. Courtyard.

[He shows up about ten minutes later with two beers and a puppy. Stella sees Keith first and runs across the courtyard, barking her Extreme Joy at seeing the man again. It's been over a week and she's so! happy!!! to see him, so happy holy fucking shit wow oh my god hI

Garrett watches Stella jump all over him and put her big paws on him and try to lick his entire face clean off with a smile.]

Don't quote me on this, but I think she remembers you.

[ It becomes apparently pretty quickly that bringing the dog had been a smart move. Keith's big eyes get even bigger as the pup bounds toward him, and when she jumps on his lap he looks overwhelmed for a moment before a smile breaks on his face. Good thinking, Hawke. ]

Hey, come on-- knock it off!

[ He's laughing and wrestling a bit with her, looking truly unguarded for the first time since arriving in Hell. As soon as he remembers it's not just the two of them though, it's like a switch goes off-- his shoulders go tight again and his smile disappears, replaced with wariness as he eyes the dog's owner. ]

You brought beer. [ It's not quite a 'hello' but it'll do. ]

[Garrett watches the reunion with a warm, genuinely pleased smile. There are few things more pure than the love of a dog, and seeing that in others makes him truly happy.

Of course it has to end, though, and he shrugs a shoulder at the man's not-greeting, as if to say of course I did. Garrett holds one out to Keith.]

I've got a very large flask if we decide we're not drunk enough.

[Which, given their history and total lack of any normal conversation, is a very good possibility.]

[ Keith...probably shouldn't have any. He's been imbibing way more often than he ever has before and it might turn into a problem. That's what he tells himself, at least, as he accepts the proffered drink and downs almost half the bottle in one go.

He's getting better at that. ]

Thanks.

[ He still doesn't look Hawke in the eye, focusing his attention instead on the dog he's petting. Seriously, bringing a dog was a really really good idea.

Keith isn't going to break the ice, though. If Hawke wants to talk, he's gonna have to initiate the conversation. ]

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