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[lastgunslinger]

Roland acquired a coat from the Bar. Because he doesn't need to be catching a cold while he's here. And also he's had enough of being cold to last him several lifetimes, we all say thankya.

So he's out by the swing again. Smoking. Later he'll walk some.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is silent for a moment, staring out at the lake.

"A few days, at most."

He looks at Crowley.

"Will you be here, when I go? For River?"

[aj_crawley]

It's a good thing Crowley's leaning on the swing, at this point. As it is, his mouth drops open ever so slightly, before he catches himself and it shuts, with an audible click of teeth.

For a few moments, Crowley focuses very intently on a patch of snow at his feet.

He has the very bizarre feeling that, were he to lift his feet, he might not see any footprints.

He feels lighter - like the hang-time before the

(F = G(Mm/r2))

drop that never really is, because

(find someone to carry you)

Crowley always catches it on time.

"Yes," he says.

And nods.

[lastgunslinger]

"It is very well," says Roland. Quietly. With weight on each word.

And Crowley can take that however he likes.