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Jul. 11th, 2005 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslingerThe door opens, and Roland enters, bearing Kaylee.
The bed is made; Roland sets Kaylee down carefully, and stands there looking down at her for a moment.
He reaches for the blue blanket that stretches across the foot of the bed -- the one made by the hand of Rosalita Munoz -- and covers Kaylee with it.
Then he sits on the edge of the bed and puts his face in his hands.
The bed is made; Roland sets Kaylee down carefully, and stands there looking down at her for a moment.
He reaches for the blue blanket that stretches across the foot of the bed -- the one made by the hand of Rosalita Munoz -- and covers Kaylee with it.
Then he sits on the edge of the bed and puts his face in his hands.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:45 pm (UTC)Out comes the suit, and the top hat.
He looks at Alain. "Going to Paris tonight, with Lilly. One of Meg's performances."
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:54 pm (UTC)Wants to. But it's a stupid question. It's Roland's decision to make, and he's made it.
Instead, his jaw sets for a moment -- the worry's more hidden now, but it's still there -- and then he nods.
"All right. I'll be around."
Around, in case Roland wants him later.
Around, keeping an eye out for a certain pink-haired teacher.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:56 pm (UTC)"Thanks, Al."
He knows he doesn't have to say it.
He says it anyway.
Because he can.