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[tibetanmethod]

He goes to the bar to have a cup of coffee. Coffee is good. Coffee

(coffee that stays coffee)

smells good, it's a symbol of everything true and right and pure, it keeps the long arm of the law healthy and active. It cures what ails you.

Cooper takes a sip, and another. He's got a hand resting on the Bar, and the other hand holding his cup of coffee.

A moment later, he puts the cup down and goes down the (thank god) well-lit corridor to the men's restroom, moving steadily, calmly, as though nothing is wrong.




He notes absently in the stall a lot of Chinese, but he doesn't read it, because he's throwing up.


Ten minutes later the sound of a faucet turning on, and the paper towel dispenser fulfilling its function.

And then, eyes a little reddened, Cooper leaves the restroom and heads, head down, back into the main bar and up the stairs.



His cup of coffee is still resting on the barstool where he left it.

Comments

[blue_ajah]

"Then perhaps you should rest," she says, far from unkindly. Moiraine gestures gracefully toward the neatly-made bed in the far corner of the study.

"You may remain here, if you wish; my chambers are next door, and you will not be disturbing me, should you choose to do so."

[tibetanmethod]

Cooper hadn't even thought about what he was going to do next. The idea of going back to Twin Peaks right now -- it's not unthinkable, but.

The dead are walking, there's an impending turf war, and there aren't any wards

(keeping the doors in place)

on the doors.

"I appreciate the offer, very much." Beat. "And I think I will." His eyes meet hers. "Thank you, Moiraine."

[blue_ajah]

She looks back at him and says simply,

"You are welcome, Dale."

There is, of course, more than one meaning to the statement. Moiraine continues, serenely,

"And may Light illumine and protect you, both here and elsewhere."

Perhaps to that one, as well.