❀ forty-nine unicorn statues for my desk in the empty office

[iamdamnloyal]

[Harmony takes a small breath inward, trying to figure out what to do. His last appointment had left hours ago, but he hadn't come out of his office. It was possible that he didn't come out of his office, because he wasn't in his office. It gave her a sick feeling in her stomach, because as she got closer to the castle, she got an even worse feeling. By the time she got to where his room should be, she had already decided that she wouldn't cry.]

Doctor... [Another small breath, she's not going to cry.]

Doctor Lance Sweets isn't here anymore. [Exhale.] He's probably back in DC helping the FBI or something else amazing.

He helped so many people and I really hope that if you knew him, like I knew him, that you agree with me.

I'm not sure what I'll do with his office in the city. I signed paperwork with him, so I know that it's mine now, but I'm not exactly a psychologist -- but if anyone ever wants to talk, I've been told I'm a pretty good listener. [Sort of.]

I -- [She pauses, trying once more not to get too emotional.]

I can't play piano, like at all, but if anyone wants to come to Caritas tonight, to honor him, I'd like that.

[And with that, Harmony'll pack up her journal and head out to Caritas. She will be drinking... something tonight and trying not to request Wind Beneath My Wings for karaoke.]

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[knightprodigy]

Then here's to friends [With a gentle smile Dick rubs a comforting hand over her back.] old and new, whether we knew them or not.

[iamdamnloyal]

[Oh, the rubbing her back is very comforting. She'll reach for her glass and go to -- wait, he needs a glass too.]

You need a drink too. [Gestures for the bartender to at the very least bring him some water.]

[knightprodigy]

[Good girl, she knows his order by now, huh?

He thanks the bartender when it arrives, and with one hand on her shoulder, his other wrapped around his glass, he lifts it.]

To friendship.

[iamdamnloyal]

[She nods, giving him a hopeful glance and lifting her glass too.]

Old and new ones. [And she drinks it -- which doesn't taste like much of anything, but it's still better than nothing at all.]

[knightprodigy]

[Dick doesn't drink his, instead he watches Harmony, then leans in to hug her around the shoulders. He bows his head onto hers.]

You'll be okay.

[iamdamnloyal]

[She rests her head against his, shutting her eyes briefly. She exhales slowly and nods just slightly, not too much, but enough to let him know that she understands.]

I'll try to be.

[knightprodigy]

[He gives her a reassuring squeeze and kisses her temple.]

We'll look after you. [Not that Harmony isn't capable, he doesn't mean it like that.]

[iamdamnloyal]

[She draws her lips inward, nodding again. She knows what he means and she appreciates it, possibly more than she can actually explain in the moment. It's good to know that someone that doesn't know her from back home actually believes in her too. That she has made that impression on more than one person while she's been in this place, because as much as she loves Cordelia and Fred - they know her, know her history and who she's been. The friendships she forms here, the people that care about her - they do it based on who she is right now. In her mind, it counts a bit more.

Though, it also counts a lot more that Cordy and Fred still hang out with her despite all the bad things she did.]

[knightprodigy]

Hey [Dick breaks the companionable silence, bumping her lightly.] Wanna get some air? I know of a few lonely gargoyles who haven't been brooded on lately. They're great company, you know, once you get past their sharp claws and teeth.

[iamdamnloyal]

[She gives him a slight smile, glancing to him.] I have sharp teeth, you know. Not all the time, but sometimes.

[Sitting up a bit straighter, she nods.] I'd like the air though.