Who: Marek and Duke What: Marek owes him a visit. When: Sunday evening Where: Duke's place Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
Marek had intended to go and see Duke after he'd bitten his head off in writing, but he'd calmed down after talking to Melinda, and had decided to stay with her and Alec instead. He'd felt better being in the flat and knowing that his twin was there, and safe - and he'd definitely felt better once he'd ensured that she knew she'd fucked up. He hadn't felt quite as much as if it was his fault, which was the real reason he'd thought he might need cheering up from Duke.
But, he did owe him a visit. And it wasn't just about owing him one - Marek liked Duke's company, didn't want the last time they'd talked to have been him yelling at Duke in an irrational rage anymore. Even if he had apologized.
He stepped out of the Floo and looked around for Duke, brushing a bit of ash from his clothes. "Hey," he called out. "Drunk Duke. Where have you gotten to, then?"