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The night air is cold - cold enough to clear my head at least. I've had so much on my mind lately, that I don't know where to start. I don't know how to put one thought above the others, to find one truth among the rubble

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Not enough.

[Private to Kio]

I had a fight with someone.

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I'm sitting on the roof, trying to sort out my thoughts. Trying to decide what to do.

I'm okay. I'm just conflicted.

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That would be nice, if you have time.

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Latimir.

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I'll be here.

Re: ooc

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LOG YAY? Maybe comment-log if that's easier?

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Dan had a million thoughts going through his head, none of them particularly distinct. Just worries and doubts clashing with things that he knew to be true. He disliked hurting others - physically or emotionally.

What he did, he did because he had to defend something -himself or another. But this time - it was different. Different from any fight he'd had with someone he cared for. Even the shouting matches he'd occasionally gotten into with Rorschach - with Laurie - didn't compare.

Daniel never felt this broken before.

To all appearances, he was a middle-aged man with a slight paunch, dressed normally; his clothes, like many others here, were filched from wherever he could find them. And thus bore a certain amount of wear, a certain dusty aspect, a second-hand wardrobe.

He adjusted his glasses as he turned, blinking to focus on the other. "Is that you, Kio?"

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"I don't even know." Daniel said, with a half-smile; he put out a hand to shake Kio's.

"It's nice to meet you, in person, finally." He said, his tone full of barely-controlled tension. He looked a little worn about the eyes, as Kio got closer.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything important by asking you to meet me."