[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Fionn nodded as Nico left, before Gerard's words drew his eyes back. [color=#008b8b]"Not sleeping well?"[/color] he asked, raising an eyebrow. Gerard had never really struck him as the type to suffer from night terrors or the like. Surprisingly, really, given what all he must have seen in [i]his[/i] years as a mercenary; it was a rare man who could take all that in stride. Fionn found it hard to imagine, given the time elapsed and the man's blunt manner, that he had simply been taking for granted that Gerard didn't experience such—no, by now Gerard surely would have mentioned it.

Something new, it had to be.

[color=#008b8b]"Maybe I shouldn't have gone running before the two of you got up for breakfast. Anything been eating at you lately?"[/color]