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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

[Open for text/audio/action/whatever.]

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Re: Backdated to post-Sword Event

[empathicfault]

And Will opens it almost immediately. He looks just about as tired as usual, other than the concern he's trying to cover up by paying slightly closer attention to the dogs. Said dogs are happy to have Sweeney's company, Buster running up and bouncing on his hind legs with happy barks, and Winston wagging his tail.

"Hey, come on in," Will says. The place is as comfortable as ever- it's become clear that Will keeps it surprisingly clean, even if it's cluttered. There are always dog beds shifting around and blankets already draped over the couch. A bottle of alcohol and two glasses sit on the coffee table.

Will surreptitiously looks over Harkin as they sit, trying to figure out just how bad things were. Magic healing was mentioned, so maybe he's at least okay physically?

Re: Backdated to post-Sword Event

[madaboutit]

There's nothing visible, by way of injury; the stitches up his arm are concealed by his shirt and jacket. Sweeney offers a small smile and heads inside before promptly crouching to greet everybody else. After a moment, he glances up at Will.

"You doin' ok? Any lingerin'..." He looks for the word, but shakes his head when he abandons the search in favor of 'close enough'. "...bullshit?" His fingers gesture towards his brother in illustration. "Visions, torments, injuries?" Just running down the checklist.