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We can meet at my old apartment. I'll send you the address.

[ And he does, a GPS pin drop to a block in a decent area of town and an apartment number to head for once he gets there. ]

I can be there in an hour.

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Got it. See you then.

[It takes him a while to get there-- Strange lives a good bit away from Wade's own modest apartment and he's sidetracked for a good ten minutes or so by a new falafel stand on the way. What better way to wash down a bitter conversation than with some quality street food, right?

He's still idly munching on the sandwich once he reaches the district that the GPS indicates, and it's not hard to find Strange's old apartment from there. With any luck, Strange won't have been waiting long.]

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[ He hasn't been - waiting long, that is. He buzzes Wade up on arrival, and opens the apartment door to welcome him into his totally barren apartment with as incautious a "hi" as he can muster. It's got the air of a showhome gone stale: staple bits of furniture remain neatly arranged in the few rooms, but none of it shows any sign of life.

It's not been often populated enough to even have generated much dust in his absence.

Tilting his head he invites Wade through into the lounge area, where a couch, armchair and coffee table straight out of a brochure wait to greet them. ]

Do you want anything to drink?

[ He'd had the foresight to at least pack a little collection of options: sodas, tea he'd made up at home, just in case they'd prefer some pleasantries with their potentially unpleasantries. ]