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[likeroaringlions]

Right. Does he need to take anything home with him from Milliways? ...Can he take anything home with him from Milliways? What is there that won't draw attention? Well--the fan for his mother, the rabbitskins from Shephard. They'd been bought with home use in mind. Can he take a football? No. A stoneware bottle of that good red wine? Yes. The picture of Jamie from the fair? After a moment's pause, he stuffs that into the small sack he's packing.

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[likeroaringlions]

"Maybe I'll be an old married man too, then. Pick up that Galloway girl while I'm in the area." (A carefully casual mention, here, given how it went last time they talked about her.) "Or maybe it'll all fall through and we'll have another year to fuck around getting drunk and playing football. Well. Not that getting married stops you from anything like that, right?"

[fieryface]

"No. Hope it won't."

[likeroaringlions]

"Why would it? Wives have to put up with worse than a man drinking his wine and kicking the ball around. It'll be alright."

He reaches out to punch Jamie's shoulder, or pat it, or maybe just touch his arm.

[fieryface]

Jamie takes a swing back that misses by far but is just enough movement to shake off William's hand if it lingers too long.

"Yeah. Yeah."

[likeroaringlions]

Yeah.

William looks over at his bag, quiet a moment longer, and then slaps his knees and gets up. "Right, well. I'd best be off."