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He catches sight of Hendrickson seated at the bar well after hours in passing, and observes his presence in the dim light cast from the window. At this hour, everyone else is dead to the world-- so what’s he doing up? ( && within, he is quick to remind himself what GRIEVING is like, before it sinks into your bones and becomes a familiar company. )
“ So that’s how it is, huh...? “ Spoken to himself, and he parts back to the kitchen a while, returns with a plate of food set before the former knight without ceremony but with a grin.
“ You didn’t stop to eat earlier. Need to keep up your strength too, you know. “ ( && he will say nothing as to the state of him. If Hendrickson had missed his entrance entirely, if his head had been bowed into his hands in silent mourning-- Ban says nothing to it, only uncaps a bottle of ale && pours them both a pint. ) “ ...I’ll stay up a while with you, if you can’t sleep. I’m better company than the thoughts anyway. “ And makes a show of raising his glass in cheers ( complete with a loping grin unfit for the mood. ) before he takes a long drought of it.
