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[amicably_absent]

Glitch slept in late, not remembering Wyatt waking him before he left and instead retiring out to the rotunda with some books for the day. He sat on the swing, luckily having found the one where they had found DG swinging, not having to race back through the maze.

He read quietly through old books, books he had penned during his academic years. It was familiar, but he couldn't remember writing them.

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"Then you'd better start calling me Wyatt." He looks up, eyes bright and earnest. "Get some rest. I'll see you when I see you. I just thought you should know I appreciate--" your taking care of things? Ushering the eyes and ears out of range? "Your help."

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"Wyatt." He'll be calling him Mister Cain again by tomorrow, having forgotten they had this conversation. "You're quite welcome. I only did what seemed decent."

He takes a step back. "Good night, Wyatt."

He turns on his heel, almost trips over his own foot and walks off with as much dignity as he can muster.