Simon finishes his tea, disposing of the cup by handing it to a passing wait rat. He picks up the journal--he can't help the small smile that cracks as he does so. Somebody bought him a present. It had been some time since he received one. When he looks at Sarah, his smile becomes a touch rueful.
"I...I'm go back to my room, now. I'm a little tired."
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Date: 2007-10-14 03:05 pm (UTC)"I...I'm go back to my room, now. I'm a little tired."