He moved away only to immediately start getting out of that damned suit. He needed it, but he resented needing it - even now - and frankly the fucking thing was a pain in his ass. "Do I?" he asked, with utterly false innocence. "I don't remember. My mind's going."
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Date: 2015-12-24 01:12 am (UTC)