Who: Hal & Ivan
What: A Talk.
Where: The Valhalla Inn
When: Ambiguously backdated sometime after this.
Warnings: None yet!
When he'd said Ivan could find him at the Inn, he hadn't intended for it to be an absolute certainty, but in the days that follow the swap meet he rarely leaves his room, let alone the building. He'd been slipping since he first found himself in the arrival room; after the events of the party, he could feel himself falling another rung lower, then another—Ilde had been one thing, but the thought of facing Mr. Snow was quite another—and the only way he knows to stop it is the way Leo had taught him: isolation and routine.
This evening, he's ventured so far as the library, where he has taken up a chair and a table in the corner, apparently the only guest keen on exploring the wonders of 1st century Roman plumbing.
(It was next on the shelf, all right. He has a system. Better this than letting his mind wander, even for a second.)