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[Reeve's daydream broadcasts to the community while he's sitting at a fundraising dinner, staring politely at his wine glass and not really listening to the drone of the speaker at the podium.
Instead, he imagines himself back home seated on the couch with a sheaf of papers while a cat curls on his knees. He leans back against another warm body, turning his head to rest against a solid shoulder veiled with a thick, silky fall of black hair. He smiles slightly, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of anise.
The people seated around him begin to applaud, jarring him from his daydream as he automatically joins them.]
Instead, he imagines himself back home seated on the couch with a sheaf of papers while a cat curls on his knees. He leans back against another warm body, turning his head to rest against a solid shoulder veiled with a thick, silky fall of black hair. He smiles slightly, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of anise.
The people seated around him begin to applaud, jarring him from his daydream as he automatically joins them.]