[ it's always snowing in Boston, even in his dreams.
Rather irritating, really. But it's warm in the Green Dragon, and the dull chatter of other inhabitants in the background keep him from thinking about how lonely his usual table is. Johnson is gone, along with Pitcairn and Church, and Lee is— somewhere. It isn't entirely home, but with friends, it almost was.
Haytham sits quietly, watching a couple waltz happily in the background. He notes the child sitting next to him; strange, considering how theirs had always been a private table. ]
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Rather irritating, really. But it's warm in the Green Dragon, and the dull chatter of other inhabitants in the background keep him from thinking about how lonely his usual table is. Johnson is gone, along with Pitcairn and Church, and Lee is— somewhere. It isn't entirely home, but with friends, it almost was.
Haytham sits quietly, watching a couple waltz happily in the background. He notes the child sitting next to him; strange, considering how theirs had always been a private table. ]