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"Come on," he says, one arm wrapped around her to keep her standing. "We're going home. My home, not yours. And we're going to bed. Because we need to sleep this off."
And we're not going to think him about for a while.
If he concentrates, if he concentrates really fucking hard, he can be cold about this. He can be ice. Or he can tell himself that he is. And maybe that's all he needs, right now.
He just needs to fool himself and walk himself and Remy home.
And we're not going to think him about for a while.
If he concentrates, if he concentrates really fucking hard, he can be cold about this. He can be ice. Or he can tell himself that he is. And maybe that's all he needs, right now.
He just needs to fool himself and walk himself and Remy home.