As promised, here is my letter to you. I'm sorry for leaving as abruptly as I did. Perhaps sometime we can actually enjoy our beers together instead of getting on morose topics. It's a nice thought, anyway.

The house arrest is lifted, but I'm still not cleared for work. Because, why would anything be that bloody simple? You were right that nothing is normal, I keep going back to that. Do you think we'll ever have a sense of normalcy again? Even if you do settle, will that be your normal? Or will it be a new-normal that never quite sits right?

So much for avoiding the morose topics. I'm going a little stir crazy here.

I agree it's a bit much, and I don't fault you for escaping early. This new normal is bizarre and uncomfortable to get accustomed to. I wish your family understood more for your sake.

The choice is yours to make when you're ready to. No one can force or expect an answer you don't have to provide. You know I'm in no position to give advice on these matters considering the truths I shared yesterday, but apathy won't allow you to move forward. You'll suppress and ignore it all until there's nothing left to do but feel. Feeling isn't the worst thing to do, Lachlan.

I'm ignoring your comparison of us. It isn't a competition.

You're going to be okay. Somehow or another the world will right itself again, and we'll both be able to forget what happened.

Do you want to come over instead of this back and forth via letters? We can talk about literally anything else. I don't have beer but I do have whiskey.

It is.

[Insert floo directions here]

I'm sorry for my question the other night. Did whatever you have to do yesterday go alright?

Don't be a stranger.

Are you okay? I know the quidditch forum was the other day. Is that what's bothering you?

I hope you're okay.

You're starting to worry me. Were you eaten by a dragon? Or hung by an angry mob? Did you disappear back to the tundra?

These are all jokes, in case you couldn't tell. In all seriousness, where are you? Why haven't you responded to my letters?

I don't understand why you suddenly shut me out. I thought we were better than this.

All I want to know is that you're okay.

Beginning to think my owl is leaving these letters in the abyss somewhere. Probably the tundra. Where are you? My fitness test is tomorrow, if I'm reinstated I will find you somehow. You know I have the resources.

Please, don't be dead.

I'm back at work tomorrow and will be finding your address from the old case file. Enough is enough. Just tell me that you're okay and you'll never have to hear from me again.