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It continues to circle around in his head. Anahuraue, the Sapa Inca herself, is standing there in all her finery, as lovely as she has been for every single day since he found himself back here. In the corner of his eye, he can see Laurence and the others. He tries hard not to think about what passed between them, but it's difficult - it's difficult not to dwell on how quiet he felt and how safe, for a handful of moments. It had helped him realise that he could change things. That certain things were not necessarily written.

He dwells on that for a moment and, before he entirely knows what he's doing, he reaches up with his good hand, fumbling with the clasp of the red cloak and letting it drop, heavy, to the floor.

"No," he says, quietly. "Not this time."

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Cowardly as it makes him, he decides to avoid the hut. At a loss of where else to really go, he ends up at Julie and Maddie's door, knocking and then leaning his forehead against the doorframe, waiting for her to answer. He wonders if any of what's happened shows on his face. He feels like it must be etched there, inches deep.

Even if he was gone for barely any time at all.

"Julie?"

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And perhaps it's inevitable that he ends up here. His head's still reeling and he's not sure what he's about. More than anything, he needs to feel pinned down in the universe. He needs to feel certain about his place in something. So he goes to Priestly, prepared to explain himself if neecessary.

Basically, he just needs to feel comforted.
He doesn't care if it's selfish.