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Somehow Lucas manages to get a room for himself. It's not too elaborate, very much like the home he doesn't remember he had. He's curled up on the simple bed, hugging a blue pillow.

If he's going to feel alone, he might as well be alone.

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"You want to come down, or should I bring it?"

"I think I'll stay here," he says. "Just for now."

"Okay. I'll be right back."

He gathers up the shakes, but leaves both plates of brownies for now.

Lucas sits and waits, alone not being so bad when you know soon you won't be lonely.

Right now, our life is here, the Dark Dragon says.

"Yeah," Lucas answers, putting a palm on an eye.

Enzo is back in a few minutes, with a large mug of something hot and minty which should just about be done steeping.

It already feels good just from smell alone.

"I don't think I ever had tea b'fore," Lucas says.

"Really? I usually go for Cocoa, but tea's nice, and it's not sweet unless you sweeten it."

"The brownies're sweet enough."

He reaches out to take the mug.

"Kinda what I figured. Bar said this'd be a good blend for you."

Lucas breathes in the steam from the tea, both hands holding the mug. He feels like he wouldn't mind just putting his face in it, but he takes a careful sip instead.

Then a deeper sip once he's used to the temperature.

"Good?"

"Yes."

He takes another long sip.

"It's the best feeling I've had in a while."

"Good. There's other kinds, too, but Bar said this'd be a good one for soothing."

"It feels like it can find the cracks inside an' it's trying t'fill them up."

Enzo smiles. "That must be good tea."

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