[ He's still noodling, slithers on over to the nearest seat... which happens to be right by Solomon's bench. Gus tilts his head when he melts onto the surface of his table, fixes beady blues on the stranger sitting calmly near him. ]
Not business... behavior patrol.
[ His words are still a little disjointed, partially from the running and partially because he's glad, glad that he's found this place, glad because he thought, maybe, just maybe—
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Not business... behavior patrol.
[ His words are still a little disjointed, partially from the running and partially because he's glad, glad that he's found this place, glad because he thought, maybe, just maybe—
—he'd never be able to see her again. Iona. ]