[ Rhys lags behind Angel in messaging Beckett, trapped in a sort of shell-shocked daze. He'd blame it on a dream but dreams aren't this painful.
Pain.
Maybe that's why they were late. Why they're out and everyone else is in. Isn't he slower than usual, hard to get started in the morning, limpy and full of complaints? 'Maybe' is being generous, huh. ]
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Pain.
Maybe that's why they were late. Why they're out and everyone else is in. Isn't he slower than usual, hard to get started in the morning, limpy and full of complaints? 'Maybe' is being generous, huh. ]
It's my fault.