who: closed starter with Fergal @trucgrit where: station thirteen
Truthfully, Cyrus had been somewhat avoiding Fergal since his start at station thirteen. As much as he could manage to avoid his boss, anyway. It was nothing that either of them had done, really. But when Cyrus had left the witch behind in Ireland all those hundred-something years ago, that was where he suspected he would stay. In the past. A lot of time had gone by. It wasn't as if the reaper held a torch for him still. But...it was strange seeing him after all these years. Changed and physically older than Cyrus had left him. Especially when the reaper's own face remained unchanged by time.
He'd returned from a call, pulling his charts together in the workroom when he noticed he was not alone. If there was one thing Cyrus could sniff out, it was death. He knew the feel of it. And too often, his body alerted him to the before. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his head lifting to see Fergal had entered the space. He cleared his throat once he realized he had been staring. "Ah...hey, boss. I'm going to head out once I finish up these charts here. Unless...you need me to hang around?"