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[jageskro]

Fin had been right; getting out of the city for a few weeks had done Jag a world of good. He felt better for having been with the circus again, for Drina's food and Kennick's always eerily on point advice, for being on stage and letting loose, for the familiar companionship of life on the road. He had been tempted not to come back, but tempting though it was, in the end, he wouldn't have just left Emma in London.

So here he was, back in their squat. Ollie was the only one there, and too busy for company, so Jag got out of there and headed down the street to have a pint at the pub on the corner. He sent Emma a text, telling her he was back and at the pub, and was glad to find a free stool at the bar, smiling at the next person over as he claimed it.