closed!
“If it did, then I can’t take much credit. I don’t feel like I did very much. But at the very least, think on this: the guild needs you, Merrion, and it—” he stalled a little, before continuing, “it feels good to be needed. I think we can all agree on that.”
Something passed over Wolfe’s face, like a passing darkened cloud, but then it was gone and he was all sunny skies, a wide and open smile. The Council represented stability, long-term commitment; perhaps it was exactly what Priddy needed to anchor himself, something to sink his teeth into and keep himself rooted.
So they spoke, and caught up, and whiled away the time filling in the blanks in each others’ lives. They were each different: the years had changed them, in small and not-so-small ways, but they eventually fell back into a comfortable rhythm as the afternoon wore on.