[He finally pulls back, moving to slowly sit back in his seat. He should, he thinks, feel a bit more than he is-- after all, this is the first time he's talked about it in five months. But he just feels rather comfortably numb, his own internal depression and anger finding a peaceful compromise with Mahdi's magic.]
Ah.
[That' all he says. He understands that, to be honest, though he can't say how or why.]
No wonder you didn't want to cut it.
[A beat. He downs the rest of his drink and mutters:]
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Ah.
[That' all he says. He understands that, to be honest, though he can't say how or why.]
No wonder you didn't want to cut it.
[A beat. He downs the rest of his drink and mutters:]
It was sex, with mine. Just a lot o' it.
[A savage, humorless sort of grin.]
Bruises I can take. Kisses? Not so much.