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Roy meets Ollie at the top of the Star Bridge just as the sun is settling.

Roy’s legs are dangling over the edge, and he swings them lightly as he takes a sip of his coffee, the red paper cup wrapped in a reusable cloth cosy, artfully out together by Lian, and when he holds out Ollie’s own, it also has a cosy: pink, with flowers across it. “Double double,” he says, arm extended towards the other man, even as he watched the city below, twinkling and waking up with the swift moving dusk.

Ollie bends his bow against his foot, squinting out over the horizon before he reaches out to take his own cup. “Perfect,” he says, settling, and after he takes a sip, repeats, “Perfect. Thanks, kiddo.”

Roy nods, taking at sip of his own—the scent wafts over: gingerbread, probably the seasonal dregs pulled out of the last bottle by a barista won over by bright eyes and a crooked smile—as he continues to swing his legs. “All’s quiet,” he states. “Not even the south end gangs are on the move tonight.”

Ollie huffs into his cup. “We done good work this past week,” he acknowledges. “Everything’s tight under control … for now,” he adds, knocking on one of the steel cables in the absence of any wood. “It’s a good time for us to leave.” Ollie looks over at Roy. “You still on board for tracking down your brother Tak?”

Roy nods, and looks over at the city, again, as if there was something important going on. There isn’t. He just can’t seem to bring himself to meet Ollie’s eyes with what he says next. “Do you think he knows what she did?”

( i couldn't ask for another )

[OLLIE TXT] Your photography skills. But maybe it would be better to discuss this in person.
[OLLIE TXT] You know where Queen Tower is, right? We can meet there.

[DONNA TXT] Yes, I do. I can be there in about ten minutes if you need me there right now.

[OLLIE TXT] Sounds great. I have some of those walnut cookies that Diana eats all the time, hope you like ‘em too.

Ollie sends off the text and looks over at Shado. She looks back at him and he snaps, “I’m doing what I can.”

"I didn’t say otherwise," Shado points out, and drinks her coffee. The scent of the orange peel twist she’d put into it rises when she moves the mug, and Ollie grimaces at the astringency.

"Behave yourself when Donna gets here," he orders Shado, who stares at him in faint amusement. "She doesn’t know who or what you are or any of your history."

Ollie turns away from her and clenches his hand around his phone, waiting.

[DONNA TXT] That would be lovely.

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