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[ the manor will never feel like home and will never feel like a place that he can fully settle. he wakes up every day with the itch of something under his skin, a nagging at the back of his mind, and a disquieting restlessness. this place has no answers, no real reason, and maybe that's why it bothers him so much.

he's tried for a swim in the lake today, the sun warm enough and the water warmer. it's not like the creek at home, but it does something to help settle his mind in the same way fly fishing had done for him. it's the middle of the afternoon when he steps into the bathroom, shirtless and in boxer briefs, intending to jump in the shower.

well. if there wasn't someone he didn't recognize there. so will just sort of blinks at first, glances toward harry's door. he knows better than to go knock, if this is one of harry's guests. ]

Do you think you'll be much longer?

[ he's considering whether or not he needs to start up the bath, instead. ]