Blaine hadn't heard from Aemond for almost a month. Cin and Désmoda hadn't seen him at school, either, but since Cin was a senior and Désmoda was post-grad, Blaine hadn't thought much of it. Every time he tried to call or text Aemond, he got a plausible-sounding reason as to why Aemond couldn't talk or meet up right now. By now, Blaine was worried. He called a few of his parishioners in the hopes that one of them may have contact with Aemond. They didn't, but come to think of it, Aemond probably didn't want much to do with this church. He called some folks from the college, but no one there had heard from him either. He decided to try texting and this time, forego the niceties and lay all his cards on the table. [I should have kept you safe. I'm sorry. I'll be at the café by the bookstore where we met if you're willing to talk & get things off your chest. Don't let your inner demons drag you to Hell with them.] "Mr. Targaryen" Th...