The Roof, Wednesday Late Morning

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The emo garden needed tending, which seemed like an appropriate activity for Anders to shake off the lingering melancholy of missing his kids -- and he was whistling while he did it. Good sign, if a little weirdly ironic.

Bel had bequeathed the garden with its spiky plants to him a year ago, but he was going to have to find someone to take care of it for him, soon; he only had a few weeks left here, after all.

. . . wow. That was a sobering thought, but it made him grin a little bit, too -- not at the prospect of leaving, just at the thought that it had been three really damn good years, in the long run.

His horticultural efforts done with, Anders sat down on the edge of the roof, lit up a cigarette, and just enjoyed the view.

[OOC: Open as roofs are -- I'm home sick today, so I'm around but unexpected SP may ensue if I randomly fall asleep.]