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Much Millerson (muchofamuchness) wrote in nevermore_logs,

Much had been trying to be less of a mess, today. Talked to Will a bit instead of just snarking. Reached out to try talk to Tuck. Finally sent Addy a few attempts at lighthearted messages (mostly in the form of things around the shop wearing folded paper hats) after putting it off for a while because he didn't know how to talk to a girl who'd just been tortured by Lucifer. Sent a bunch of silly pictures to Leila, too, and tried not to think about all the things he wanted to say to Robin.

Watched his back. Waited for the Sheriff to step out around every corner. Waited for Guy to, like, show up with an unconscious Leila in his back seat.

Met a girl online who could, apparently, magic her sunglasses for a gag, and tried not to jump forward two weeks into their friendship to wonder about what she needed saving from.

Got to Diogenes in the late afternoon, where the atmosphere of the bar instantly surrounded him. There was a large group of young mortals in the public area out the front, drinking sweating glasses of cider in the sun, arms looped around each other, sitting in each others laps, laughing. It was quieter in the immortal section, though he could still hear the mortals having a good time, anytime the door between the areas swung open. It was a comforting background music. It made him think that somehow things were going to be alright.

Pair that with the message that Marcie had sent him earlier It helps. Having someone who expects better of me and Much was starting to feel downright hopeful.

He didn't know how he could feel hopeful while also fearing that the Sheriff and Guy were going to drug, abduct and kill his friends. But apparently there were room in his head for both.

Much spent the first hour of his shift (in between chatting with Erica, doing a couple of rounds to pick up empties, and pouring the occasional drink) thinking about what Will had said about AIM HERE, and thinking about Marcie saying it helps that when Marcie actually did walk in, Much wondered if she might actually be a hallucination.

His face went to light up, but he stopped it as quickly as he could, until he'd made sure that she was alone. No Sheriff, no John. "Hey," he said, and smiled at her properly as she slid up to the bar, relief, hope, and worry all hanging out at his side.