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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Fine," Wayne replied reflexively, and a little too soon. He cleared his throat to start again. "Okay," he told Justin. "I'm doing okay." Mostly coping with sleeping more, or talking to Dora, or working out.

"Maybe just not ready for a trip to the Leaky Cauldron quite yet. I don't think it's going anywhere. How old is it, anyway? Eight hundred or something?" Everything magical was old as hell.

"And you know, because I've told you, that my flat is a shithole. It's bad enough Rhys has to see it. I try and keep it neat, but...when you've got the place because of two bargains, there's not a lot of choosing you can do."

Wayne looked at Justin, knowing he'd changed the subject quickly. He hadn't even thought about it, it'd just...happened.

"I'm really doing okay. I have someone to talk to, now, who knows exactly what it's like. We're in the same boat. And I know you want to help, but, God help me, I'm glad you don't have to understand."