[Ragnar sighed quietly, trying to give Dodger the impression that he felt conflicted about meeting, like he wasn't sure it would make any difference or just cause more pain for everyone involved.]

... Alright. I will meet you there...

[He hung up the phone and looked over at Ivar, giving him a nod. The little dock was about half a mile up the river from his house, moving towards the city itself. It was a less than ideal spot, open save for the overgrowth and reeds and around the water's edge.

Like the last time they'd met, Ragnar was seated on the dock, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Unimposing. Non-threatening. Just disappointed and weary looking. It almost seemed like he didn't notice Dodger approaching, but there was the smallest movement as he bowed his head slightly, not turning to look at Dodger.]

... Dodger.

I thought you and I... That we should talk. Before... [He looked conflicted.] I am not sure that Athelstan seeing you... even if it is for an apology... would help, or just... [He swallowed thickly.] Make everything worse.

You have once again put me in a very difficult position.