[Beck hasn't explored much of the hotel before she comes across the rooming area; predictably, she's wary and nervous as she wanders close, even if she tries to keep herself calm. Her duffel bag is slung over her shoulder as she approaches the shared room she's supposed to stay - but it looks like she isn't alone.
After watching silently for a few moments, until she's fairly certain the person in front of her doesn't quite know how the lock works:]
Need a hand? [...] I'm guessing this is your room, too.
[She tries to keep her voice light, but it's not hard to hear the undercurrent of stress.]
[MEANWHILE, WEI WUXIAN IS AT THE END OF HIS ROPE WITH FIGURING OUT THIS DOOR NONSENSE let's just say no one else has entered their rooms during this time so he's just left trying all the Ye Olde Ways to get through the door (and also maybe some questionable black magic ways IN WHICH HE ALSO DISCOVERS HE CAN'T DO SHIT. THANKS DOOR.)
Anyway-- Oh. Whoops, yeah, the last thing he wants to do is let his irritation potentially affect someone who's clearly having just as bad of a time as the rest of them. And his new roommate, to boot!]
—I think so, but I can't figure out what we need to actually get them to open. To think, I've been outsmarted by a door! [HEAVES A SIGH.] Whoever brought us here - they really went out of their way to add as many things in as possible to keep us wondering and confused, didn't they?
[Hello, roomie!! Sometime fairly late on Sunday evening, she's wandering into the room, shoving her clamshell into her jeans as she does. She looks Tired, but (maybe surprisingly) not very unkempt; her hair and clothes don't seem mussed at all, at least.
Anyways, when she greets him, she doesn't sound embarrassed or awkward.]
[While she's been off doing CURSED THINGS, APPARENTLY, Wei Wuxian has just been living the bachelor pad life?? He hasn't taken advantage of his roommate's absence to procure the bed and is instead splayed out on the floor like... well, like someone who's used to just collapsing on a cave floor with only a zombie and a medic around to scold him for poor posture. He's also got a bowl of BRIGHT RED SOMETHING nearby... if she gets anywhere near him, the smell of Extremely Hot Peppers will delicately waft her way.]
Oh—! [BUT HEY, THERE SHE IS. He sits up a little more properly, but still maintains the general air of "I'm probably way too comfortable in this situation".] I was wondering where you went. I was looking for you earlier to see if you wanted something to eat, but I couldn't find you! Did you manage to figure out those locked doors down there?
[Good question though, he'll glance over toward his bowl before holding it up.]
Just some congee. Do you want any? It's very good! A family recipe! ...Not really, but it's so good that it should be.
[SO IT'S BEEN a long while since Wei Wuxian has talked to Beck... SHE NEVER CAME BACK OKAY and despite how obnoxious he is in general, he's not the sort of person to badger someone who genuinely seems discomforted by him. Unless they're Wen Chao, because fuck that guy.
So he approaches with some hesitation when he finally does at all, a little subdued compared to his usual, uh. Vigor. Zest?? Problematic Energy™. ANYWAY.]
[She looks a little bit apprehensive when he approaches her as well, but it the nature of it seems more embarrassed than hostile; after how happy she was to see Carlos (and Polly, before everything was revealed), it almost seems a little bit hypocritical to avoid him for mentioning that he raises the dead sometimes.
So she lifts a hand in greeting, trying for a smile, but - well. Everyone is probably tired, after All That, and it's reflected in the look she gives him. She nods, though.]
[Today was sure a day in which many things continued to happen.
When Beck finally comes back to the room, she still looks fairly upset; when she sees Wei Wuxian, though, she tries to at least clear some of that out of her expression, raising a hand in greeting.]
[IT SURE WAS... Bad!! He's - well. He's honestly nowhere near as upset as he should be about all of this. Arguably, he was more thrown off by the Bang Or Die mechanic than the people... melting...
But he did fortunately take it seriously and he's not the sort to act flippant about things blatantly horrific to other people, so he'll offer a sympathetic look from where he sits. On the floor, on his pile of clothes, like a gremlin.]
Hello. ...If you still haven't eaten yet, I have some leftover soup.
[Honestly this is like. IT'S BAD. BUT ALSO... not as bad as he'd been anticipating?? He likes Prompto but also everyone ends up in the kaleidoscope vortex (presumably) so he's running by the assumption that he's not dead dead. Wei Wuxian is thus much more concerned with figuring out this possession business than with mourning their loss just yet...
Also concerned with the well-being of the more Regular Degular Human members among them... SO!! Whenever they're both back in their room at the same time:]
[As distasteful as it feels to her, comparing one death to another... She can't deny this week seems less cruel to her, both in terms of the amount of casualties as well as how well she knew the victim. That isn't to say she isn't disturbed by this turn of events, but—]
Yeah, I think I am. It's - pretty awful, still, but.... You know.
[Hello, WWX! When Beck comes back to the room tonight, she seems... upset, yes, but more tired than anything else. She heads over to the bed and takes a seat almost immediately.]
[For once, he's not surrounded by a sea of snacks! There is already one empty booze bottle by his side, though, and he's nursing a second which he tips in her direction as she sits.]
We did. Can't say I feel particularly thrilled about it, though!
[SO HE SURE JUST straight-up never returned last night apparently, good LORD. That said, whenever Beck finishes her cursed journey into home movie porn, he's just here... like a stupid cat. Let them out of your sight for a second and they wander away and you just worry they got eaten by a coyote only to find out they've been sleeping right under your chair the whole time.
He's standing at the sink with his right side facing the door, half of his robes off of his left shoulder, and he seems to be washing a sleeve off under the water. It's fine! Though he does look up at the sound of said door opening, expression brightening.]
Oh, good! There you are. I was just about to go looking for you! Haha, thanks for saving me the trouble.
[When she opens the door and sees him, the look of visible relief is hard to miss. After a moment to process that:]
You're okay!
[—and as soon as that's said, she hurries his way, walking past the kitchenette to get to him. When she comes close enough to see he's washing his sleeve, though, she instinctively reaches for his arm to see if there's something the matter. She only just manages to catch herself, shifting her hand so it lands right by the sink without brushing against his sleeves.
She's absolutely trying to play it off like she meant for this to happen.]
When she enters into the room, she's hoping that he won't be there to see her soaked, bloodied clothing... But such isn't the case. So she just closes her eyes for a moment before giving him an incredibly weak smile.]
[Neither of them have good enough luck to avoid this!! It's fine.
Or NOT FINE because he just sees that she looks soaked and bloodied and?? He can't tell if it's her blood or if she just got really unlucky with the body hunt but BOY HE'S WORRIED EITHER WAY. He's dropping the cup he had been holding - empty, fortunately - and hurries her way with a hand outstretched--
Only to remember that this is the week of cursed horny crimes, so he redirects himself at the last second and plants his hand on the wall instead. Did he just accidentally kabedon her??]
—What in the world happened to you? Are you okay? Were you injured--?
[i aint figuring out timelines for all this shit unless i need to but it's probably pretty early on in the week
ANYWAY!! At some point when they're both hanging out in their room, Wei Wuxian moseys over to the kitchen to fetch a glass! For some water this time, okay, he needs to give his liver a little break.
That said, he pauses when he opens the cabinet, squinting up at it.]
—What's this? Beck, did you put this here?
[There's something up there on the top shelf sticking out just barely over the edge, but it can't be seen well from the floor... Hm!]
[Hello, roomie! Just a normal Friday, nothing to see here. Which is to say, it's a while after the investigation ends that she finally enters the room, which hopefully isn't too foreboding. What might be more worrying, at least, is the state of her face.
The wound has been cleaned out and stitched, and there's some white cloth over her eye. While it looks better than it did, when she opens the door, he'll be able to see the sutures running from her left eyebrow to about halfway down her left cheek. It's cleaned up, but it still looks painful; the skin around the area is red and angry. Like last time, she was hoping he wouldn't be here when she came in, but - this time, she doesn't say anything when she sees him.]
[OH BOY HIS ROOMMATE IS BACK!! He looks over at the sound of the door opening - hadn't been in a good mood to begin with, honestly, but his expression softens on reflex when he catches sight of Beck.
And then he really catches sight of Beck, and that look drops off his face in favor of a sort of blanked out surprise. He's no stranger to blood and gore, and there's very little he could see that would actually upset him, honestly. It's not the wound itself that he's unhappy about so much as who it's on.
In barely a breath, he's on his feet and sweeping over, eying the wound - stitched and clean, at least. But - as his hands reach out to gently touch her shoulders --]
Who did this to you?
[Compared to his usual over-the-top antics, there's something in this single, simple statement that promises swift action.]
[i'd say wwx is still sleeping but apparently beck is banging at 11 and ihni if that's 11am or 11pm because all's fair in war and bang on the murderboat
EITHER WAY. Perhaps he didn't go to sleep at all last night?? Because he sure seems wide awake whenever Beck happens to pop out of bed and meander out into the kitchenette. He's got... watermelon.]
[IN HE STUMBLES looking a bit rumpled in a cursed way, but! At least he's not coming back covered in zombie bites this time!
Presumably. Like, he did manage to hide the last ones freakishly well. Anyway, not important-- He's definitely looking a little surprised to see Beck still awake??]
Ah— well. At least I don't have to fret over accidentally waking you up this time.
[WELL. He's coming back to the room with a bottle and some snacks. That sure was an investigation! Did they ever find more than one body?? We'll find out in ten minutes but i'm just writing these starters now because i do what i want and wwx's reaction would be the same either way UNLESS IT IS BECK AND IF IT IS I'LL KILL YOU
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—Another weekend on the way, hm? It feels like it's been forever since this all started.
[can’t believe everyone failed to kill me and i still gave you a heart attack anyways
Either way, she’s still in the room; last week has made her hesitant to investigate, even though she knows being careful could prevent a repeat of what happened then.]
[Funny, he'll be hard to find shortly after trial! And with all the running around he does, it'll probably be a while before he eventually makes it back to the room - but make it back he does, with yet another bottle of rice wine in hand.]
--Care to join me?
[He has absolutely squashed his emotions down into a tiny ball and shoved them away; he doesn't seem any more distressed than usual.]
[In their haste to leave for the execution, he may not have seen it yet; still, whenever he returns to the room, he'll see Beck standing next to an electric scooter with a light frown on her face, looking around the rest of the area.]
[So, like. Sometime in the morning, probably like an hour after Wei Wuxian's finally actually fallen asleep, there's just - the sound of him flipping around a little in his pile of clothing that doubles as a bed. A confused little murmur. More rustling. A pause, and then:]
—HEY!!
[Just a short, alarmed yelp of distress over here IT'S FINE.]
[Well. It's Monday, but awful things have happened on days that aren't Friday, so as soon as she hears him cry out she's rushing out of her bed immediately, concern obvious on her face.
In her haste, it doesn't seem like she's noticed her own small, fuzzy ears and tail that have sprouted overnight.]
[Wow it's time for Beck to have news for him this week!! Once they're both back in the room he's just Here with a bottle, because of course he is.]
Know who it is yet? The only thing we found were a bunch of strange trails and a couple sets of footprints. We think the culprit might have dumped our victim in the spa, though.
[ANOTHER WEEK OF NEITHER OF THEM BEING THE VICTIM OR DEMON YAAAY WILD. He's here!! This time he fuckin stopped by the bar to make mixed drinks before heading over, though, and he holds one of the two glasses out toward Beck.]
[So after Edelgard's name was announced he just kinda bounced, and was gone for a little while... Now he's back! And the first fuckin thing out of his gremlin mouth as he's shutting the door is:]
[THEY'RE ON THE DECK!! After weeks of pining over the open sea and waffling on whether or not to ask Beck to join him, he's just finally does, and he's made a delightful little pillow fort out here. He's got pillows stolen from various rooms, blankets from their own, enough snacks and drinks to last them more than one measly night - and he's also stolen the dick shaped fairy lights from the pub because they provide a nice ambience even though they're dicks.
After he's set it all up, he nyooms back to go fetch Beck and drag her out to their NEW CAMPGROUNDS.]
[There's sincerity in her voice, in her expression, as she looks his way. She can ignore the shape of the lights, because it's not like he had much better to work with, and besides that...]
I can't remember the last time anyone did anything like this for me.
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After watching silently for a few moments, until she's fairly certain the person in front of her doesn't quite know how the lock works:]
Need a hand? [...] I'm guessing this is your room, too.
[She tries to keep her voice light, but it's not hard to hear the undercurrent of stress.]
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—I think so, but I can't figure out what we need to actually get them to open. To think, I've been outsmarted by a door! [HEAVES A SIGH.] Whoever brought us here - they really went out of their way to add as many things in as possible to keep us wondering and confused, didn't they?
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Anyways, when she greets him, she doesn't sound embarrassed or awkward.]
...Hey. What's for dinner?
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Oh—! [BUT HEY, THERE SHE IS. He sits up a little more properly, but still maintains the general air of "I'm probably way too comfortable in this situation".] I was wondering where you went. I was looking for you earlier to see if you wanted something to eat, but I couldn't find you! Did you manage to figure out those locked doors down there?
[Good question though, he'll glance over toward his bowl before holding it up.]
Just some congee. Do you want any? It's very good! A family recipe! ...Not really, but it's so good that it should be.
it's fine :)
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So he approaches with some hesitation when he finally does at all, a little subdued compared to his usual, uh. Vigor. Zest?? Problematic Energy™. ANYWAY.]
—Hey. Do you mind if we talk?
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So she lifts a hand in greeting, trying for a smile, but - well. Everyone is probably tired, after All That, and it's reflected in the look she gives him. She nods, though.]
Yeah, sure thing. What's up...?
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When Beck finally comes back to the room, she still looks fairly upset; when she sees Wei Wuxian, though, she tries to at least clear some of that out of her expression, raising a hand in greeting.]
...Hey there.
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But he did fortunately take it seriously and he's not the sort to act flippant about things blatantly horrific to other people, so he'll offer a sympathetic look from where he sits. On the floor, on his pile of clothes, like a gremlin.]
Hello. ...If you still haven't eaten yet, I have some leftover soup.
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Also concerned with the well-being of the more Regular Degular Human members among them... SO!! Whenever they're both back in their room at the same time:]
—Still holding up alright, all things considered?
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Yeah, I think I am. It's - pretty awful, still, but.... You know.
[Maybe.]
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...We did it.
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We did. Can't say I feel particularly thrilled about it, though!
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He's standing at the sink with his right side facing the door, half of his robes off of his left shoulder, and he seems to be washing a sleeve off under the water. It's fine! Though he does look up at the sound of said door opening, expression brightening.]
Oh, good! There you are. I was just about to go looking for you! Haha, thanks for saving me the trouble.
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You're okay!
[—and as soon as that's said, she hurries his way, walking past the kitchenette to get to him. When she comes close enough to see he's washing his sleeve, though, she instinctively reaches for his arm to see if there's something the matter. She only just manages to catch herself, shifting her hand so it lands right by the sink without brushing against his sleeves.
She's absolutely trying to play it off like she meant for this to happen.]
Where were you? What happened?
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When she enters into the room, she's hoping that he won't be there to see her soaked, bloodied clothing... But such isn't the case. So she just closes her eyes for a moment before giving him an incredibly weak smile.]
Hey.
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Or NOT FINE because he just sees that she looks soaked and bloodied and?? He can't tell if it's her blood or if she just got really unlucky with the body hunt but BOY HE'S WORRIED EITHER WAY. He's dropping the cup he had been holding - empty, fortunately - and hurries her way with a hand outstretched--
Only to remember that this is the week of cursed horny crimes, so he redirects himself at the last second and plants his hand on the wall instead. Did he just accidentally kabedon her??]
—What in the world happened to you? Are you okay? Were you injured--?
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Whenever Beck's back in the room, over ambles Wei Wuxian, bottle of alcohol in hand. He lifts it up and over in her direction.]
Share a drink with me?
[DROWN OUT THEIR MISERIES IT'S FIIINE.]
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Any time.
[But, like, especially now.]
How are you doing...?
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ANYWAY!! At some point when they're both hanging out in their room, Wei Wuxian moseys over to the kitchen to fetch a glass! For some water this time, okay, he needs to give his liver a little break.
That said, he pauses when he opens the cabinet, squinting up at it.]
—What's this? Beck, did you put this here?
[There's something up there on the top shelf sticking out just barely over the edge, but it can't be seen well from the floor... Hm!]
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Either way, she sets aside the book she nabbed from the library so she can push herself off the bed and move his way, tilting her head.]
I didn't put anything in there... What is it?
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The wound has been cleaned out and stitched, and there's some white cloth over her eye. While it looks better than it did, when she opens the door, he'll be able to see the sutures running from her left eyebrow to about halfway down her left cheek. It's cleaned up, but it still looks painful; the skin around the area is red and angry. Like last time, she was hoping he wouldn't be here when she came in, but - this time, she doesn't say anything when she sees him.]
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And then he really catches sight of Beck, and that look drops off his face in favor of a sort of blanked out surprise. He's no stranger to blood and gore, and there's very little he could see that would actually upset him, honestly. It's not the wound itself that he's unhappy about so much as who it's on.
In barely a breath, he's on his feet and sweeping over, eying the wound - stitched and clean, at least. But - as his hands reach out to gently touch her shoulders --]
Who did this to you?
[Compared to his usual over-the-top antics, there's something in this single, simple statement that promises swift action.]
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Anyway, whenever they both manage to end up back in the room together, he's making a beeline for her.]
How are you holding up? Still doing alright?
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[She looks - well, less upset than last night, at least, even if she still doesn't look great.]
I think so, yeah. Or, I'm managing, at least.
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EITHER WAY. Perhaps he didn't go to sleep at all last night?? Because he sure seems wide awake whenever Beck happens to pop out of bed and meander out into the kitchenette. He's got... watermelon.]
—Morning! Care for a piece?
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[i would clarify but it's funnier to leave you wondering whether it's 11am or 11pm]
Sure thing. You're up early.
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Presumably. Like, he did manage to hide the last ones freakishly well. Anyway, not important-- He's definitely looking a little surprised to see Beck still awake??]
Ah— well. At least I don't have to fret over accidentally waking you up this time.
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I guess it is a little bit past my bedtime.
[She takes in his appearance and gets an idea about what he's been up to, which is why she's absolutely not going to comment on it.]
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Anyway.]
—Another weekend on the way, hm? It feels like it's been forever since this all started.
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Either way, she’s still in the room; last week has made her hesitant to investigate, even though she knows being careful could prevent a repeat of what happened then.]
Yeah. [...] Did you find who it was?
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w4 post trial
--Care to join me?
[He has absolutely squashed his emotions down into a tiny ball and shoved them away; he doesn't seem any more distressed than usual.]
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[She does look concerned, though, as she sees him. It might not be rare for him to be rushing around, talking to people, but...]
Are you okay?
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week four, sunday.
There's no good place to put this...
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...Your prize, I'm guessing? [M...MOSEYING CLOSER TO GET A BETTER LOOK.] What in the world is this supposed to be?
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w5 monday...
—HEY!!
[Just a short, alarmed yelp of distress over here IT'S FINE.]
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In her haste, it doesn't seem like she's noticed her own small, fuzzy ears and tail that have sprouted overnight.]
What is it? What's wrong?!
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Which is to say, he's walking his way over toward the kitchen once they're both back in the room, rummaging through the shelves...]
Is it too early to drink?
[No. No it isn't.]
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No.
[She says that, but she's also automatically heading towards the bed and laying down.]
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Know who it is yet? The only thing we found were a bunch of strange trails and a couple sets of footprints. We think the culprit might have dumped our victim in the spa, though.
[HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT'S WHERE SHE WENT.]
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[She’s taking a seat on the bed, but - he might notice her hands are still damp.]
It was Taako.
[You know, from TV.]
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w5 post trial
Haha, it's a good thing you remembered that mark!
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[But, she takes the drink with a small smile.]
What's this?
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w5 post exorcism...
Alright! Don't panic.
[Hm.]
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[She's absolutely not making any promises, but she's pushing herself off the bed to step towards him.]
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week six, monday
You still want me to show you what a manicure is?
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Yes! What is it? Do I need to do anything?
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w6 monday night
After he's set it all up, he nyooms back to go fetch Beck and drag her out to their NEW CAMPGROUNDS.]
Ta-dah! What do you think?
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[There's sincerity in her voice, in her expression, as she looks his way. She can ignore the shape of the lights, because it's not like he had much better to work with, and besides that...]
I can't remember the last time anyone did anything like this for me.
[Her voice is tender.]
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