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[Alfie greets and makes nice with newcomers when he comes across them, but he doesn't go out of his way to seek them out. He's not interested in being part of any de facto welcome wagon, especially not now that more and more people are filtering their way in, either to use the Meadous as a waypoint or to settle down and stay; that can be a job for people like Meulin and Harley. He does, however, notice new houses as he passes them by, and today there's one on his regular walking route. He takes note of the name on the mailbox - Beauregard, good lord - and is all set to continue ambling onwards when a flash of movement catches his eye. Is that--

-- yes. That absolutely is his cat, leaping up onto the windowsill and slipping in through the open window.

With a sigh, he turns and heads towards the door instead, giving it a firm knock.]

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[ she thinks that's very true.

well. she won't apologize, then. instead, she pushes her hair out of her face messily. ]

S'kinda nice to know I don't have to feel better by the end of a certain point in time.

Nah. You buck up and take care of things when you need to, but if you try to do it all the time, you'll quickly find yourself unable to do it at all. Turns people into a fucking mess.

[ snort. ]

I feel like one. [ like a mess. she puts her bottle down on the floor. ] Feels like... like everything is kind of blurry and just out of my reach, most days.

And if there was a threat to your life now - say, if I were to pull out my gun and come after you, or someone you cared for. Would you do nothing? Would you curl into a little ball and weep?

No. [ she says, firmly, tilting her head to look over at him. ] I didn't do that today.

Well, then.

[He says, raising a brow. His point exactly.]

[ sniff. ]

Yeah. [ she's quiet for a moment, and then she sighs out slow. things feel less dire. it's... nice. ]

Guess that's kinda what this place is supposed to be for, huh.

I was a mess, when I first arrived. And I still have my moments, even now; there will be evenings in winter when I'll be outside, I'll look up at the sky and see how close it is to dark, and my heart--

[He presses a hand to his chest.]

It'll take me a moment to catch up with things.

[ she nods. ]

It's never gonna go away completely. [ she agrees. ] You know, I kinda have that same - lockdown fear, sometimes.

Yeah? Was yours for the night, as well?

Yeah. Just Thursday nights, but - doors locked down at eleven.

Find a way to alert yourself an hour or so before that time.

[Alfie suggests, rubbing at his beard thoughtfully.]

Then tie yourself up in something - dinner, visiting, watching a film. Set it up so you won't even notice when eleven hits.