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[kepthimhuman]

This is Neal. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you when I can.

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[kepthimhuman]

"That's how it is in most places." People are just people, in Neal's experience, and what varies is how the people interact with each other. Something that works better for some than it does for others. "And some of these people have...abilities, of some sort?"

[amicustenebris]

"Probably safe to assume they all do, or did." This place being what it is. "I'm...friends with at least one. Stolas." There's something a little softer there. It's probably why he feels comfortable saying it so plainly. "Some of the cuttings that are about ready to transfer come from him. He's quite skilled with plants."

[kepthimhuman]

A friend. That's a comfort. He knows how hard it is for his father to make friends. "I'm glad to see you're making the best of the situation. Making a new start."

[amicustenebris]

"It was unexpected, all things considered."

But what else was there to do, in agreeing to be here?

But unexpected, yes. How certain people he looked forward to seeing. Who even the sight or sound of there is a sudden rush. The desire to be in their company. Elation that they are there.

[kepthimhuman]

"Those are the best experiences sometimes." But not always. He's had unexpected things happen to him that had been far from good. "I'm glad you're not shutting yourself away."

[amicustenebris]

"And what of you?" he asked. It occurs to him he hasn't bothered to ask. But it isn't quite right: a youth encouraging the older to live while standing back and watching. "Who have you met so far?"

[kepthimhuman]

"A lot of people who turned out to know you, actually." Or they had approached him because he had mentioned Gold in the information he put out. "Loki, the Doctor, it wasn't in person but I did chat with someone named...Belle." He perhaps hasn't gotten out as much as he should have, but at least he's not a hermit.