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<p>&ldquo;Uh, yes.&rdquo; He stammered. &ldquo;No? I don&rsquo;t think so, at least. I&rsquo;m sorry for waking you. I don&rsquo;t think things are okay, though.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Codrin nodded and stepped aside, gesturing to welcome the astronomer in and guiding him to a seat at the table.</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;I will make tea,&rdquo;</em> the fox said. <em>&ldquo;Though I think perhaps one without caffeine.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>&ldquo;Who..?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Who&hellip;?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;That&rsquo;s my partner. Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Gears crunched to a halt in his mind, thoughts stalling and whatever words he had prepared scattering. &ldquo;An&hellip;an Odist?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes. Why do you ask?&rdquo;</p>
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<p>&ldquo;What did you send?&rdquo; Codrin said.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Consent granted.&rdquo;</p>
<p>With the repetition of those words, he pushed the untouched mug of tea further away from him, folded his arms on the table, and rested his forehead on them.</p>
<p>The longest silence yet followed as both Dear and Codrin appeared to take this information in and he, poor, stupid Tycho Brahe, he soaked in his own guilt. It seeped through his clothes, squished in his shoes, matted his hair and pushed against his face.</p>
<p>The longest silence yet followed as both Dear and Codrin appeared to take this information in and he, poor, stupid Tycho Brahe, he soaked in his own guilt. It seeped through his clothes, squished in his shoes, matted his hair and pushed against his face. Tycho Brahe, indeed! He should have chosen the name of some far less competent man, all those years ago when he&rsquo;d first met Codrin.</p>
<p>It was Codrin that spoke first, voice sounding calm, somewhere between professional and empathetic. An interviewer&rsquo;s voice. &ldquo;Have you told anyone else?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; he said, lifting his head, though still not meeting their gazes. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know who I&rsquo;d tell.&rdquo;</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;Are there no other astronomers working with you?&rdquo;</em></p>
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<p>Ey sighed, leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. &ldquo;Well, since I&rsquo;m sure as hell not sleeping anymore, I guess coffee&rsquo;s next. Coffee, and figuring out what to do with our wayward astronomer and upcoming guests.&rdquo;</p>
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