Reg was pleased when Theo sat, if only because he could stop the awkward clearing of books. Still, his hand lingered on a precariously balanced stack of books as he squinted at his friend, a flicker of concern passing over his face. Nodded because he understood what it was like to have a terrible week, but Reg had never been one to press for details. Theo would tell when, or really if, he was ready.

“I’m alright.” Reg hesitated, because he didn’t want this moment to become about him. He straightened up and gestured vaguely at the scattered parchment and the half-eaten slice of pie on the side table. “Have a story due soon, but you can see how well it’s going.” He’d get it done, though. Reg hadn’t missed a deadline yet, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now.

He moved a few more books onto the floor before settling into the armchair opposite of the couch, his gaze resting on Theo. “What's got you in a knot? I can get you some tea, or something stronger before we start.”

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