It's gotten to him, at last.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

Who: September and anyone who happens upon him
Where: About town and Building 1, making his way to the second floor
When: Pretty much now.
What: September gathers very strange components and puts together an equally strange device
Warnings: Weird science. Weird Observer stuff. Weird.

People are used to seeing September in just about any place around town. To-day, however, he appears to be on a mission, as the sightings are concentrated in, of all places, hardware and medical supply retailers. Why, yes, there are at least a few of those in town, and he's had to make a few substitutions.

Then he has to haul it across town to the apartment building, and this does not seem to be going well. He stops frequently to catch his breath. Eventually he simply hires a rickshaw and piles himself and his large box of purchases into it, submitting to being carried from point a to point b.

Arriving at the building, it's a lot easier for him to pick up the box and step through spacetime to his apartment, though there's a loud clattering thump as he drops the box.

For the next few hours, there's the vague noise of... something... being built.

What is it?

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Diarmuid returns the hug just as tightly as he can and wishes there was some way to bring September's son here--to this place where it's peaceful and they would be able to be together like a father and son should be. Sadly, as far as he knows, who is brought here is totally random. Who knows if another from September's world will even arrive.

"I know I'm not your son, but whenever you need someone to hug, I will be here."

Wrap this up soon, maybe? c:

[someonetowatchoveryou]

September's eyes prickle and start to water again. He holds onto Diarmuid, trying to pull himself together. He would say that he could do the same for Diarmuid, that even though he isn't the boy's father, he could always come to him for anything, but he hasn't got the words for such powerfully emotional thoughts.

"Thank you," is all he is able to say.

I was just thinking that myself! Great minds and all. :-D

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"You are welcome. Always!" Diarmuid gives September a squeeze, seeming content to stay there as long as the man wants him to, all plans for returning to practicing gone.

Some things are just more important than training.