Cash had an impulse to reach for Gallivan's keys so that he had something new to fidget with, but suppressed the thought. He restrained his hands to his pocketwatch and ran his thumb up and down the chain. But Gallivan was leaning against one of the posters on the wall and Gallivan was looking at him, and Cash felt — looked at. He had not been in public since the post office yesterday — (in public in muggle areas did not really count) — and had not really remembered that people would be looking at him, even as he'd gone through the motions of preparing for it.

Also, it was Gallivan. Cash had of course come to his office expecting to see him — hoping to see him — but actually seeing him made it real, and meant that Cash actually was going to have to come up with an excuse for yesterday. He set his watch down on Gallivan's desk but left his hand on it. There was that little knot of concern on the sponsor's face, too, and Cash was left thinking I'm causing that.

"Uhm," Cash said, weighing the benefits and downside of lying. Benefit: maybe it would make the concern on Gallivan's face go away. Downside: he didn't think he looked well-rested enough to get away with lying, and he was not convincing at it in the first place. He half-smiled, trying for levity. "Not exactly."

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