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[ukan]

[Indeed it does, and it's the sort of blunt response that Lark appreciates with a grin]

A lot of coffee, please. I'll be over in a minute.

[It doesn't take him long.]

[bleak_midwinter]

[When he arrives the coffee is, indeed, going; Tommy's standing by his little stove, smoking calmly, and looks up when Lark comes in. He looks tired, but happier for seeing Lark, honestly.]

Alright?

[ukan]

Hey.

[It's late, and Lark's body is tired even if his mind is too lit up to let it sleep. He does some of his best work this way.

And he smells coffee, and he has chocolate-covered donuts to share. That always helps.]

What's keeping you up?

[bleak_midwinter]

[He stays by the stove, but he waves at Lark to go make himself comfortable on the sofas in the next room.]

Same thing as usual. You?