[Bruce is not there to meet him, but he isn't far either. This isn't a choice so much as it is an inevitability. He isn't going to go running from Bonfire Square and draw even more attention for his trouble- so he chooses to leave the jar and it's contents tucked into a safe corner, where it won't be at the mercy of the wind even if it were strong enough to send the little thing tumbling.
The trouble is that he doesn't want to go home, and that he doesn't want to linger about in Beacon proper- where he could theoretically be subject to all kinds of small talk about the stones, about the aurora, about this world. So he makes his way to the post office instead and scales the wall. He settles on the rooftop there low enough to avoid drawing the eye and isn't sure, in the end, if he expected the reply that comes or not.
Bruce looks at his tablet, closes his eyes. And then he sends-]
no subject
The trouble is that he doesn't want to go home, and that he doesn't want to linger about in Beacon proper- where he could theoretically be subject to all kinds of small talk about the stones, about the aurora, about this world. So he makes his way to the post office instead and scales the wall. He settles on the rooftop there low enough to avoid drawing the eye and isn't sure, in the end, if he expected the reply that comes or not.
Bruce looks at his tablet, closes his eyes. And then he sends-]
I'll ask Rastus.