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[suckstobestrange]

[Listen here you little shit-

Okay maybe not. He knows that the other is right. That he's being ridiculous. But he was much too far along in his temper and wounded pride to simply admit it, even if the scowl he wore as he pointedly avoided the younger sorcerer's gaze was telling. In it for the long haul, thank you very much self-destructive sense of stubbornness.]

I'd like to see you try. [No matter the annoyed, angry tone and displeased expression, he knew it was about the only thing that would get him any rest. Irrationally knowing he needed it even as he stubbornly resisted the idea.

Gods above but he was a fucking disaster, wasn't he?]

[timeloops]

[Nice try. Stephen's been called much worse in more threatening tones, and could not possibly give less of a fuck right now. He's much less further down on the 'recovering asshole' path than his counterpart is, after all. He snorts.]

You really wouldn't.

[He'll do it. Or enlist Wong's help to do it. But he judging by the other's waning protests, he thinks (finally) that it might not be necessary, and cocks his head.]

Your rooms?

[suckstobestrange]

[He grimaced at the retort because really, as much of a disaster as he was, it wouldn't really take anything that powerful to drop him. Embarrassing as it was, it just served to raise nettled pride that really wasn't doing anything good for him right now.]

Fine fine, if you absolutely must. It's upstairs assuming it hasn- [His expression sharpening slightly as he shook his head as he stopped himself. Without magic, with the Sanctum in the state it was in, there wasn't anything to cause it to move.]

Third door on the left. [Assuming the Cloak wasn't going to keep him trapped on the couch he'll be hefting himself back onto his feet, giving the red brocade a light pat- it wasn't the artifact's fault it's Master was an insufferable pain-in-the-ass after all.]

[timeloops]

[It's okay, Stephen. The Cloak is already well aware that its Master is kind of an idiot, no matter which universe they're in. That's why it's perfectly content to gently propel the older sorcerer to his feet. It's not particularly interested in letting go, either - at least, not yet - and instead it nudges into the pat like an overly affectionate cat.

His counterpart, meanwhile, considers the stairs for a brief moment - then shrugs to himself and carves out a portal directly straight to the room's door. Easy access, fewer excuses. He steps through, beckoning.]

Come on, then.

[suckstobestrange]

[The older man just huffed a long-suffering sigh, following his companion through the portal. Not even bothering with a response just yet as he pulled open the bedroom door to head inside, gaze skipping over the space. Clearly Wong had been busy before he left, the destroyed furniture replaced, even if there were still marks on the walls, burns hidden under rugs. And his own Cloak folded neatly on the dresser, abnormally still with a careful bit of stitching marking the tear that his companion had carefully mended before.

From the almost annoyed-sounding huff it was pretty plain that Stephen hadn't been in here since everything had happened.]