What's your point? I put hands on hips because either he was being deliberately obtuse, or he really wasn't getting it. She was talking like she was trying to persuade me to do a Lazarus on him, to really bring him back. That's alright, I shouldn't have asked. I just blinked at him, because this was a talk I never thought I'd have with Richard.
Cold enough for the jacket, but not enough to put the lining in it. He mouthed something about how did I feel, was I alright, but that wasn't what he was thinking. I stared up into the face of the man that Jean-Claude had so casually called ours, and knew he wasn't. Then let me share my warmth with you, Requiem whispered it as his face bent toward mine.
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