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Justin Finch-Fletchley (basilisk_srvivr) wrote in pandorarpg,

Justin nodded absently and, handing a disc to Seamus, got up onto his feet to head into the kitchen. He was a frequent enough visitor that he knew the layout of the kitchen - though even after a single visit he tended to learn such things, simply striding in and treating it like his own home.

He hadn't spoken much since hearing the news. Justin had a difficult time dealing with negative emotions like grief. He spent so much time being positive and friendly that he was taken aback by the opposite end of the spectrum. It didn't help that the two people he'd be leaning on most were the two people he didn't want to see right now.

He opened the cupboard and took out the plates, then grabbed the utensils from the drawer. Normally he would love the smell of Dean's cooking, but at the moment it only made him feel nauseated. He knew he'd have to eat, though - not because he felt he had to, but because his friends would worry if he didn't.

He began setting out the dishes, putting his full concentration on the task. It wasn't something he was used to doing at home, so he would usually get a kick out of doing it at a friend's place. Not this time.

"So when did Lav say she'd be here?"