All of the girls? Now I'm just sour that I missed out.

[ He imagines any of them getting artwork placed, and the thought makes him smile.

'Because it was yours.' That hits him. Hard. Beau had been here, briefly. Just long enough to establish herself, and then in an instant she was gone.

Maybe some part of him hated that he didn't press to spend more time with her. She'd always been a bit aloof, and while he definitely trusted her with his life, he didn't exactly make his own feelings available either. ]

Well, next time she's here I'll be sure to not let her live it down.

[ His expression is weirdly twisted with both pride, admiration, but also sorrow. His own voice in his mind told him not to dwell on it; she was home. That's what mattered. Not here. The not-hug is reciprocated with that same arm. ]

I'd be a liar if I didn't say the same.

How's Caleb, Nott? She hasn't shown yet, not here, and I've heard nothing about her. Still the same, I hope? Better at sneaking around I hope?