Xander had told Alcuin that he could come to him if he was feeling lonely. It was such a straightforward and sincere offer that he found his thoughts straying to it that afternoon as he strummed idly at Rupert's guitar. The night before he'd had terrible insomnia, tossing and turning in the large, empty bed.
He wasn't entirely sure what he would say, or if Xander truly did want his company without real purpose behind it, but he found himself going to his hut anyway. When he approached he saw Xander on the porch, and held up a hand in greeting.
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Date: 2011-07-31 07:32 am (UTC)He wasn't entirely sure what he would say, or if Xander truly did want his company without real purpose behind it, but he found himself going to his hut anyway. When he approached he saw Xander on the porch, and held up a hand in greeting.