Geoff was proud of himself, in his own way. He certainly hadn't made the smartest decisions in his life -- and he'd hurt a lot of people. Maggie, his girlfriend -- but that was going to be over with. The only person he'd been hurting the past few months had been himself, but it had been worth it. The danger that he was in now, it was something he'd brought upon himself doing the right thing. It was something he could be proud of, that he didn't have to hide from his family any more.
He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from his throat. He was in too good a mood to have it spoiled by his sister's words. Even if he looked terrible, exhausted, and tired -- he felt better than he had in years. Aberforth had been one of the few people to actually speak to him, to listen to him ramble even if he was pretty sure the other man was half-asleep. It still counted.
"They've got better stew than the Broomsticks," he offered with a half-smirk, shaking his head and clasping his hands together as he put them on the bartop.
"I've got good news. Is it too early for reputable players such as yourself to indulge in a pint?"
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