Gilliam is where he's expected, carefully seated behind his makeshift table with his precious few scraps of civilization. A memento here, a book there. All of it becomes secondary when Grey enters.
"I'd wondered where you'd gone," he says warmly, holding up his good hand to beckon him over.
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Date: 2015-01-27 06:36 am (UTC)"I'd wondered where you'd gone," he says warmly, holding up his good hand to beckon him over.