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Seven months here and all I've ever gotten for my troubles is a massive amount of tension headaches and a couple of burns. I don't mind the burns. But--

I mind feeling like this. I don't want them here, mostly for Michael's sake, but part of it's mine. The Messiah's as much of a disappointment and an irritation as ever. I know damn well he knows what's gone on but I don't care to hear it at all. And I can't stand what Lucifer's simply being here has done to Michael. I should have-- been better.

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[and to video, leaning back idly in his chair]

I saw someone on the street today trying quite hard to smoke three cigarettes at once, and I ended up with about six and a half croissants from the bakery for the price of two this morning. Much as I'd rather it was my overwhelming charm, I figure it's safe to say I don't really merit over commerce, so I suppose we've got another curse on our hands. I only hope no one overdoses on medication.

But at any rate, I have a question. Given the length of time and the people here I'm sure it's been asked before. How many of you have been back home, for however long? Did you remember this place at all while you were there, or would that have even made a difference? Inquiring minds, and so forth.

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[Sitting on the floor next to Raphael's chair, out of sight of the device, is Michael. He's been very quiet since he started to stay here and is currently just...nibbling on his pastry without noticing that it's there.

Adjusting to his brother being here isn't easy. The good news is that he's not on fire anymore.]

[Seeing him like this is hardly an improvement over earlier. In fact, in a way it's almost worse, to Raphael.]

... Hey.

[and a nudge]

You want to go anywhere?

Congratulations. I know you like to indulge.

[He just sort of...looks up at his friend. He still looks rather...lost.]

Go somewhere?

Not on food.

You should try another kind of business, then.

Should fit if your tastes haven't changed.

Yeah, wherever you want. I know my place isn't all that interesting.

I guess if you want.

I'm afraid I'd rather be paid for my talents than my vices.

You really don't care at all?

[Shrugging a bit.]

Are they that far from one another? I thought you had a good teacher.

[and his expression absolutely freezes]

[you did not just--]

You have no idea what you're talking about.

[On impulse, Raphael just grabs his arm and tries to pull him up.]

Come on. We're going to the Underground.

[Michael blinks and doesn't even resist as he's pulled up.]

You don't like the Underground.

True. I have higher standards.

But you do.

Oh. Okay.

[Yep. Just letting himself be dragged along.]

You're still a waste of breath.

Sharing your luck with the unfortunate, giving pity to the poor? Raphael, such pride you seed within my heart.

[Damn, is this how Michael feels when he has to drag him someplace?]

[... probably not.]

I'd... say we could race over there, but considering I'm having to lug you along...

Who said anything about sharing?

But what an effect I have.

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