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"Thanks, I could have tried to see how the wind was, but I'm not good at weather watching." Torvil chuckled. "I'm not all that good at my magic, there are things that I've seen so many others do that I can only hope to learn how to attempt." Chuckling a little he looked up at the sky, "Besides, messing with the weather is dangerous, and detracts from others, we just don't do it," He smiles and bows his head to Morgana.

"Thank you again, for helping me."

Torvil chuckled and again slipped off his jacket, drapping it over her shoulders again, with a light smile. "You get colder than I do," He said with a light laugh, shaking his head and yawning as the cold started to work it's way into his bones. The cold made him tired and slow, while warm made him active and irritated. This was making it hard to focus, so he was glad to see his building start to loom in the distance. "Five more minutes," He mumbled half to himself.

Torvil chuckled. "I'll make it, I've been in worse," He said, taking slow, deep breaths, working to make sure he didn't let his body temp drop too much, else he'd fall asleep. Finally they reached the gate and he opened it up, hurrying towards the stairwell that held his apartment, once he reached the door, he pulled out his keys and opened it up, opening the door and moving in. "Make yourself at home, it's not big, but it works."

The apartment was one of those small one person affairs, with a small livingroom/bedroom/kitchen, and the bathroom was about the size of a small walk in closet. The bed was tucked up against a wall and the couch sat in front of a small colored TV, it wasn't any bigger than 14", and it had rabbit ears and a ratty coaxle cable sticking out the back.

"Oh, I only get basic cable, so yeah, not a lot good stuff on," He chuckles as he sits down on the couch. "There's booze in the fridge if you want any, as I said, make yourself at home,"

Torvil chuckled. "Rent is cheap here, so I'm not gonna complain. I left the house, I probably could have kept it, but I didn't want it," Shaking his head he let out a sigh. "I needed to start over, I built that house for my wife and the family we had, now I don't have the wife, and the family is all spread out, so it's just easier for me to live alone."

Standing up he moves over to the fridge, pulling out a beer, popping the top he starts to drink. "You want anything?"

Torvil laughed, "I don't do windows, nor do I wear an apron, so I guess I'm not perfect now am I?" He shook his head and brought Morgana a beer, putting his down and opening it for her, then handing it off.

"Well, I could care less if she's kicking herself in the a** or not. She didn't stand by me when I needed her, and not only that, but she cost me the only man I ever called best friend. I have no clue where he is, he just up and vanished one day after she lead this little orgy party with his wife. I forgave her THAT even, if you want to know how forgiving a man I am," Torvil sighed and shook his head.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just stupid," He took a log swig of his beer and let out a log sigh, plopping back down on the couch. "I've got to find another job soon, this last job I worked ended yesterday, so I took today off from selling my services as a day-laborer."

Torvil chuckled, "I don't know, but you're right, lets not think about it," He let out a sigh and close his eyes. "What about you Morgana, you've said you've never had any sort of real love, but you must have crushed on some guy when you were younger, you did say you were a rebel after all, you must have liked the rough and tumble rowdy boys eh?" He chuckled, opening his eyes to watch her, not really noticing anything strange in her behavior.

Then again, he wasn't really looking for any, he didn't know she had trouble with booze, else he wouldn't have started drinking and offering for her too, but he needed the buzz to lower his stress level after Melantha, he had been ready to spit nails.

Torvil coughed a little and let his eyes divert to his beer, "Well that's good to know," He grunted, tossing back the beer again and closing his eyes, letting his head sink back to the top of the couch. "I don't know any of the bad-boy type," He laughed.

"I don't know anybody actually, to be honest," Shaking his head slowly. "God I was anti-social when I was married," groaning a little he stood, downed the last of his beer, and tossed the bottle in the trash, before slowly moving back to the couch and sitting down. "You need any extra pillows for the bed? I'm used to spartan sleeping,"

The bed that Morgana sat on was very bare, only the base sheet, the top sheet, and two pillows. IT looked neat and well made, but not all that comfortable.