"You nearly lost the chairs?" he quips. "God, I showed up just in time."
The apartment he steps into is more low-lit than he'd expected, the shades drawn on every window he can see, but the hastily-neatened chaos is clear enough even in the lamplight. And familiar; the stacks of books and piles of papers wouldn't have been out of place in his old bedroom at Black Elm, and there was something almost Dawesian in the array of notecards tacked up along one wall. Strange as it is, it only puts him a little more at ease, makes him more certain of the similarities he'd already begin to notice between them.
"Seems like you've been busy," he says, casting a curious glance over the clutter as he follows Palamedes further into the room. "Can't say I blame you."
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The apartment he steps into is more low-lit than he'd expected, the shades drawn on every window he can see, but the hastily-neatened chaos is clear enough even in the lamplight. And familiar; the stacks of books and piles of papers wouldn't have been out of place in his old bedroom at Black Elm, and there was something almost Dawesian in the array of notecards tacked up along one wall. Strange as it is, it only puts him a little more at ease, makes him more certain of the similarities he'd already begin to notice between them.
"Seems like you've been busy," he says, casting a curious glance over the clutter as he follows Palamedes further into the room. "Can't say I blame you."