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Grooves and him met up on a "date" of sorts after Cond realizes he should...probably try to make amends. He was shocked Grooves accepted, as most Dead Bird Studios alumni would have been.
"It's a miracle anyone'd wanna spend time with me after...what happened…"
"Nonsense, darling! Surely, being bedridden for a week has given you enough time to think." He laughs. "Besides, what about those grandkids of yours? They like it when you visit, don't they?"
"Eh, they're too dumb to know better. If they never saw me again, they probably wouldn't remember I exist in a year or so."
"Oh, I'm sure that's not-" he suddenly paused as all the levity drained out of his face. "...what do you mean by 'if they never saw you again?'"