Thanks, Angel. There's only so much to do when you've only got windows, your journal, and your brain around here. You don't know what I'd have done just to get radio access out here!

[He grins, falling easily into his old pattern of complaining and deflecting. It was easier--but the point was made with their salute. They were partners now, as his grandfather and her uncle had been. She was his Leblanc; he was her Lupin.

Companionship. A person that he knew would be there. That was all he wanted.]

Tea works fine for now. We can always have brandy later. [He takes a sip and drops the brief moment of jest when she makes her offer. Just a simple offer of open communication.

How could it be so hard?]

...I have no idea where to begin. People haven't really been telling me anything, and it feels like I'm being treated a little like a china doll. It's annoying, but I feel like I'm missing a lot of information.

The journals can only tell a guy so much, you know?