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Conor:His mind isn’t in the best place right now.

Aidan:No. Think I should talk to him?

Conor:You have a lot of work going on, don’t you?

Aidan:Yeah.

Conor:Maybe get him to help? Could be a way of getting his mind off things.

Aidan:Okay. Sure. You don’t think it’ll put pressure on him?

Conor:He’s tougher than he looks and he already looks like he’d fuck up Ronan the Accuser.

Aidan:You and your comic books.

Conor:It’s from a movie too, Aidan. It ain’t my fault that you haven’t watched Marvel movies.

Aidan:Yeah, yeah.

Aidan:I’ll talk with Eoghan.

Conor:Good.

Aidan:When are you coming home?

Conor:Sooner than you think. But maybe longer than you think too.

Aidan:Informative. I didn’t ask for a riddle, Kid.

Conor:Might be dropping by over the next couple of days but then I’m heading back out again.

Aidan:Why?

Conor:Gotta see someone.

Aidan:Who?

Conor:Doesn’t matter.

Aidan:You’re a pain in my ass, do you know that?

Conor:Maybe you DO need a visit to the proctologist?

Aidan:Nah, my problems are all brother-shaped.

Aidan:Stay fucking safe, do you hear me?

Conor:I do. Same goes.

Aidan:Yeah, deartháir, I know.

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STAR

“I always wanted to come here.”

“London’s better than New York,” I told him, my gaze locked on the house in front of us and not on Conor who was being remarkably patient for someone bored shitless after sitting in the backseat of a car for the past three hours.

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