There it was again. That tingle of magic that had been coming over him since he had returned from Afghanistan. He had come out to follow it, to figure out who this was.
He paused when he saw Mike Stamford come across him. Odd.
"Mike. How good to see you..." He said with an arched eyebrow. In the middle of the night? Odd.
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Date: 2019-02-18 04:26 am (UTC)He paused when he saw Mike Stamford come across him. Odd.
"Mike. How good to see you..." He said with an arched eyebrow. In the middle of the night? Odd.