[He waits, of course, for Joshua LaRue to be fully asleep before he settles in with that one curled up against him and lights up a cigarette. Then he leans his head against the headboard, takes a good, long drag, and reaches out across the telepathic link that ties him to one particular Warden in the area.]
Sorry, Brigade. I don't think I can make it for drinks tonight.
Waking the Dead 2.0 || September 29, 2063 || Thursday
Sorry, Brigade. I don't think I can make it for drinks tonight.