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[remem_b_er]

*Standing in the hallway is a familiar, if rather bundled up, B. Dressed again in his smart green suit jacket, this time over jeans and a white shirt, B looks both ways up and down the hall, trying to decide which way to go. After a moment he snaps his fingers, and the scarf and mittens he had been wearing vanish, leaving him in just the normal

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[remem_b_er]

I don't know what you're talking about.

*He betrays himself with a twitch of a smile, and by levitating Near an inch or two off the ground, before setting him back down. It's him.*

[remem_b_er]

*And B catches him and returns it, grip cold and clammy, but as solid as he can muster.*

I do too know what you're talking about.

[remem_b_er]

We both won.

*Which is true.*

He fixed me.

[remem_b_er]

We didn't fight. We talked, and I asked him for what I needed, and he gave it to me, *ruffling invisible fingers through Near's hair,* so that meant I could go and just... rest. But I promised, so I'm back.

[remem_b_er]

...did I do something wrong?

[ooc: gah, the hour grows late. Going to have to plead a quick slowtime, will tag again in the morning.]

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Because it was an important promise.

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For as long as I can.

[remem_b_er]

Well. Not indescriminately.