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[reargunner]

Sure, if you want. They're not going anywhere.

[heyboss]

Where are you and I'll come get them now. Might as well secure them.

[reargunner]

My cabin. I'll be here for a bit, so don't strain yourself rushing over.

[heyboss]

Strain myself?

I'm not old!

[But a few minutes later, there's a knock at the door.]

[reargunner]

[Heh heh.

Alexei has a far too cocky smile on his face when he opens the door, bracing one forearm against the frame.]

Oh, that was fast. How's your hip feeling?

[Bullying.]

[heyboss]

[Sheehan just sighs.]

It could use with a rest. Come on. I'll go sit down and tell you stories of the good old days.

[reargunner]

[He snickers a bit, but he does step back to let Sheehan in. The cabin is as plain and unpersonalised as ever, save for the general layout being unique.]

Have a seat. Not got much in the way of drinks or anything to offer, though.

[In truth he doesn't even know if he's allowed a kettle, and he's not going to go begging for one.]

[heyboss]

I don't need anything. And I'm not going to take up too much of your time.

[He does sit, though.]

What brought this on anyway?

[reargunner]

[A little huff.]

Nothing.

[Well, that's a lie.]

Just figured it was something I should do.

[heyboss]

I think it's a good idea. Did you want to update them periodically?

[He doesn't mind replacing them for him.]

[reargunner]

[A shrug.]

I mean— yeah, if there's a need for it.

[He forces out a quick breath and grabs the stack of envelopes from his night stand, tapping them against his other hand in a faint show of anxiety before he offers them over.]

Here. Before I change my mind.

[heyboss]

[He stands up and takes them, tucking them into a pocket on the inside of his shirt. In exchange, he gives him a small, silver key.]

The cabinet is in the front room, near the door. It's small. If you ever need them."

[reargunner]

[He blinks.]

And you're giving me a key?

[It's pocketed, though he still looks confused.]

Why?

[heyboss]

To the cabinet, yes.

[He tries not to look equally confused.]

They're yours. You should have a way to get to them if I'm not around.

[reargunner]

[He just shakes his head slightly. Is it really that odd that he'd be a little thrown off by being handed a key just like that?]

Yeah. I mean, of course. Thanks, doc.

[heyboss]

Of course. I'll get out of your hair, alright?

Come by the gazebo if you get bored. I could always use the company.

[reargunner]

[He smiles - small, but genuine - and nods a bit.]

Sure. Might come by tomorrow.