Harry and Marton. Adjustment.

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*Well, at least that killed some time,* Harry thought with a sigh, pulling the door to Palace closed behind him. It had been ages since he'd been in the room, but with the recent refurbishments that had taken place, he'd been meaning to do so for quite some time. And, unless he wanted Sean or Eric- or both to kill him, taking a bit of time from their room was probably a good choice on his part.

Checking his watch, Harry let out a sigh. It was way too early to go back, and he wasn't exactly in a good place to be heading for the pub again... or anywhere with people, really. On a whim, Harry opened the door to the Palace balcony, stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading outside, head low, lost in his own thoughts.

'Hey Harry. What you doing out here?'