[ Eliot doesn’t really want to go back to work. After his brief and nasty trip back home, what he wants to do is mope around at home, drinking and feeling sorry for himself. But he forces himself to go, because that’s what he should do.
Sitting in his office is at least not the worst thing. Eliot looks tired, feels tired, and he couldn’t manage a standing, regular teaching job. Leaning against his desk is an elaborate black cane with a silver ram’s head at the handle. ]
It’s open.
[ When he looks up, he pauses, surprised to see Diarmuid. If it’s any consolation? At the sight of the young monk, Eliot feels a similar panic. He’s never been all that good at fixing mistakes. He stands, supporting himself against the desk when he does. ]
Yeah - Yes, of course. Do you need help with any of that?
[ It seems to be a lot for a boy with one useless arm to be carrying. Eliot reaches for his cane and takes a few steps before thinking that maybe it’s better for Diarmuid to come to him. ]
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Sitting in his office is at least not the worst thing. Eliot looks tired, feels tired, and he couldn’t manage a standing, regular teaching job. Leaning against his desk is an elaborate black cane with a silver ram’s head at the handle. ]
It’s open.
[ When he looks up, he pauses, surprised to see Diarmuid. If it’s any consolation? At the sight of the young monk, Eliot feels a similar panic. He’s never been all that good at fixing mistakes. He stands, supporting himself against the desk when he does. ]
Yeah - Yes, of course. Do you need help with any of that?
[ It seems to be a lot for a boy with one useless arm to be carrying. Eliot reaches for his cane and takes a few steps before thinking that maybe it’s better for Diarmuid to come to him. ]