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            “Right.”

      Hard to procure a towel when on the street sidewalk. Though he assumed the man to be exaggerating. One hand dipped into his coat pocket, grabbing the actual tissues he happened to have on him due to a bug he was getting over. He handed over the rectangular bundle; one of those small portable tissue things soccer moms seemed to always have on them as well.

    It was only for a moment but Erin caught herself and returned to the poker face she wore so well. Gazing at Garrett as he struggled with his own emotions, Erin still wasn’t quite sure what to say. She still wasn’t even sure if he was angry at her or happy to see her.

      He rolled his eyes and averted his own gaze from her and her stupid attempts at humor. Even if it was kind of funny. There was a groan and he shifted away from her, his body needing to move. To do something other than stand around and rant at his apprentice. He paced back, further into the alley, arms stretching over the arch of his hood, head shaking slowly.

            “And, by the way, even if you              had done that, the only thing              I’d be upset about is if you              hadn’t brought back              anything for me.”

      And he turns back with a huff, looking significantly less disgruntled. His dark hues may have even betrayed concern and relief. Not that he would admit to it. Easily, anyway.

            “Where did you go? After you              fell and.. the only indication              that you’d made it at all              was-- -- this.”

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            "Sounds good to me. I'll get the              account business sorted."

      An old friend of his handled that sort of thing for him under a multitude of aliases. Not that he couldn't manage it himself -- it was simply easier, and, given their history, the man insisted. Garrett would relay the information. For now, he rocked back on his heels from the king's invasion of his personal space before outright taking a small step back and shifting to fold his arms across his chest.

     When Garrett turned around and Erin saw his face again for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she caught her breath and involuntarily froze for a second. There were so many emotions running through her head at that moment and she had no idea how to process any of them.

     Her eyes started to water and Erin quickly turned away, looking to the ground and subtly clearing her throat. It was dark enough, hopefully Garrett didn’t notice. It was bad enough trying to deal with all of these ridiculous emotions, having Garrett see her being weak would be too much.

     Trying her best to hide it, Erin plastered a smirk on her face, as always, and turned back to her former teacher. Her hands were gripped together behind her back, concealing the nervous shaking her body was forcing on her.

      And then she promptly turned back and proceeded to be cheeky. Figures. He could have left himself right then. Was he being a hypocrite? Of course. Sarcasm was his default emotion. But reasoning wouldn't appease the mixture of joy and resentment clashing in his chest. He kept his voice low, yet aggressive, so as not to draw attention from the neighboring residents.

             "Wh-- Where the fuck have you been?!                I went looking for you! Basso went                 looking for you-- I even had the                 beggars on the streets looking.                You disappeared! Again.                I thought--"

     She watched him from the safety of the dark rooftops, blending into the cloudy night-sky. With trained eyes, Erin could easily make out the black figure down below, slinking in and out of the shadows.

     Thanks to Basso, Erin was able to find Garrett with ease and show up on his latest job without causing any trouble. So far, anyway. Her mind was wrestling with thoughts of what she should do next. Should she wait until Garrett had finished the job and drop by? What would she say? How would he react? What if she joined him now? It would keep the talking to a minimum, he wouldn’t be able to get too angry unless he wanted to fuck up his mission. Though the last time they did a job together it didn’t end too well and the memories were still very much fresh in Erin’s mind.

     Erin’s thoughts were interrupted as she noticed Garrett getting closer to the area she sat above. Could he see her? Impossible. Did Basso tell Garrett she was back in town? No, he wouldn’t betray her like that when she asked him not to, surely.

      Careful feet searched the seemingly abandoned alleyway, looking for the vent he'd been told about. Apparently an easier way in than to go through the back door. Nearing the end of the narrow space, he could have sworn he saw a figure just barely catching the light of the moon in a shadow overhead. As if it would be such a travesty to have someone interrupt this riveting commission of his.

      Just as he moved to crouch down to get a better look at a spot below a set of stone stairs, he heard the rather sloppy landing behind him. Immediately, his right hand flew to his blackjack, ready to swing around and smack whoever it was upside the----

                                   ---- He knew that voice.

     Turning, yet still tense, Garrett let his hand rest on the hilt of his blunt weapon as he laid eyes upon the young woman he hadn't seen in ages.