[Dion's fingers fold around the mug, holding it tight. It does burn at his skin, but he's handled worse. He's used the heat of a flare between the tips of his fingers, after all. If anything, it's a pleasant reminder of something he does not have any longer.]
Right. Tomorrow.
[He is less and less sure that he will be making their appointment after all that has happened, but like hell will he say that straight to Joshua.]
Go well, Phoenix.
[He gives him one last nod before turning his attention away fully.]
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Right. Tomorrow.
[He is less and less sure that he will be making their appointment after all that has happened, but like hell will he say that straight to Joshua.]
Go well, Phoenix.
[He gives him one last nod before turning his attention away fully.]