<div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
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</div>The smell that wafted from the suite made Rebel's stomach roil, protesting its vacuum. He nearly flinched at how domestic and tranquil the scene was; a normal family doing normal things, with Marcia at the helm. He felt his chest ache at her welcoming greeting and the invitation inside.<br/><br/>"Good morning Marcia, Armando." He didn't see signs of the children. Or child. He would have to find out which it was now that he realized his oversight.<br/><br/>He didn't realize he was staring at Armando until Marcia asked him if he slept all right. Then he remembered the rough night he had and guessed the puffiness around his eyes might have given it away. "No," he admitted, "but I slept safely, and I'm glad to be home." He gave her a small smile before sitting down at the table and laying the notebook halfway between himself and Armando.<br/><br/>"The last couple of days have been really rough on all of us," he began. "How are you holding up?" He searched Armando for signs of how the right-hand of Hale was doing now that he was temporarily not the right-hand. At least, Rebel hoped it was only temporary.<br/><br/>When two plates were brought to the table instead of one, he tried to refuse. "I don't want to take your breakfast," he protested. "I can eat in the cafeteria…" but she ignored him, and a glance at Armando told him that his sister ran the household and there was nothing to be said. "Thank you," he consented, feeling guilty and thankful all at once.<br/><br/>As he waited for her to join them, he put a hand on the notebook. "I know you're on break right now, but I wanted to run some thoughts by you before I meet with Alvaro," he said. "I don't want to change too many things before your return."