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Wes has the gait of someone shitfaced by the time Alabaster sees her out. She wobbles with every step and seems slow to process the world around her. She wasn't prepared for the insanity she heard. Well, no one ever is. "We'll talk more tomorrow," Alabaster tells her. "Get some rest for now, okay?"
"Y-yeah..."
They hug at the threshold, and Alabaster shuts the door after her.
He rests his forehead against the jamb, closes his eyes, and presses his palms to the cold wood. "Fuck," he mutters.
He stays there like that for a few long minutes.
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Amber intercepts him at the entrance to the kitchen as he passes back through the house, literally blocking his path. "You and Wes are finally on speaking terms, huh?"
Alabaster gawks at her.
"How'd she take the Sand Reckoner thing? Pretty good?"
"I'm going to bed."
"What? Why?" Amber cries. "I'm making cookies for you!" She jerks her head to beckon him into the kitchen with her and then hurries over to the stove. Turning her back on Alabaster confirms to him what he already figured by looking at her from the front.
